Don and I were driving around yesterday and got lost. No surprise there! At first we weren't worried. We had plenty of gas and we were bound to run into a town eventually. How naive we were!
As the day drew on the sun got brighter, the gas tank got drier, and our water bottles ran empty. The car was just about to dehydrate when in front of us sat this monster wall of desert! We had no choice, climb the hill or be buzzard food.
The climb was treacherous. As we putted to the top, hand in hand, we were fearing that we had met our end. Abreast the hill we thought we had gone delirious, for what lay before us was not of this place. A desert oasis! No one around, it was just beckoning us.
We filled the tank, (don't ask how) went for a swim and drank until content.
We were able to regain our strength and resume our search for inhabitants. All was calm, when what should we see? A sight that troubled us so. A major cause for concern and fright. We left right then and there, we ran and took flight. Never to look back. Forever traumatized we will be by the sights we saw in the desert that day. Something definitely not of this place.