The adventures of Napkinnights Girl, Part 2- Guardian Angel, Allen Beasley.. Mile Marker 163.)
In the morning, I simultaneously wiped the sleep out of my eyes while I also packed the car. I originally planned on staying in phoenix through tuesday, but I was feeling the need to get back to Las Vegas.. When I am there, I can't wait to leave, and when I am gone, I can't wait to go back!! So I hopped in the car, made a stop at Subway and then got on the road home.
I made it to the Joshua Tree Parkway again, and I start thinking, I REALLY want to have my own joshua tree, so let's stop and get a seed... So I pulled off the road by a tree, and started hunting.. Since I couldnt figure out where to find one, I snapped a couple photos, and jumped back in the car.
Well, I see right in front of me where I had pulled off the highway, a dirt road heading off into this canyon. Me being the adventurous sort decided that I am going to head down the road a ways and go see if i can get some cool pictures! The road started getting extremely rocky and steep, so I decided, I don't want to get stuck, I better turn around. I am at least half a mile from the highway by this time.. I found a place that looked like another dirt road crossed it, and proceeded to make my 3 point turn. And thats when I realized that it wasn't a road, it was a dry creek bed. And the dry creek bed was lined with, you guessed it, SAND!!! The tires started spinning, and I quickly took my foot off the gas. I jumped out of my rental car and saw that the tires were at LEAST 6 inches deep in the sand. I kinda freaked out for about, oh say, 30 seconds, and then got my wits together.
I rocked the steering wheel back and forth and gave it a bit of gas, and that didn't help, it just got worse. So I pulled out the manual to try and figure out whether it was a front wheel or rear wheel drive. My mind was going a million miles a minute so I wasn't even reading the words. I decided to hit the gas real fast to see what tires spun out. It was the rear ones, so I got on my hands and knees and started digging out the sand from below the tires. Then I hunted around the creek bed to find a bunch of flat rocks to place behind the tires in the hopes that it would give it some traction to get out. Half an hour later, I jumped behind the wheel, and found that my effort had been pointless. The car was stuck, and wasn't going anywhere! "Time to walk back to the highway and see if I can flag down someone to help," I started thinking..
And thats when I saw it.. The oasis in the desert. It wasn't there when I drove in.. The 35 foot, gleaming motorhome towing a ford clubwagon. I thought, "I must have a guardian angel! I hope it's not some guy who's going to molest me." I thought about the way that I was looking after digging in the sand for half and hour, and decided, "NO WAY thats going to happen, look at the state I am in." So I trotted over to see if I could get some assistance. "Hey, can you help me? I got my car stuck over here!"
The guy was old.. Not as old as Chocolate Milk and Cat Food (see previous blog) but old nonetheless.. If I were to put an age on him, I would guess late 60's, early 70's. We walk back to my car and look under to see if there is a tow hitch. Of course there wasn't! So he goes and pulls some boards out of the motor home (who carries boards in their motor home?). I grab the jack out of the back of the car, and we jack up the car using one of the boards so it doesn't sink into the sand. Doing this we are able to place boards under each rear tire (all the while I am worried that the old guy is going to have a heart attack from all the exertion) We found an old tv (the kind with the wood on the outside) and busted off the sides, to use the boards from that too. The wood was somewhat rotted from the weather, but it was better than nothing! WE had to move the car back and forward, digging out sand and moving boards for 2 hours till we finally got the car back on the dirt road.. I said, "I can't thank you enough! I don't have much on me, but here is all the cash that I have." I shove 23 dollars in the front pocket of his shirt, and he trudges off towards his camper.
"Wait!" I yell.. "What's your name?" He says, "Allen. Allen Beasley." And then the door slams shut on his home. I drive back to the highway and notice the mile marker ..163. I won't be going down that road again any time soon. I spotted another interesting road to check out next time around mile marker ..156!
For some reason through it all, I spaced on taking pics.. I guess I was kinda stressed out. But here are pics of the Joshua tree that lured me in, as well as the canyon in the distance. Then pics of the car after all is said and done, and the pants that I was wearing through my predicament!















