My Very Own Horror Movie - and I am NOT Much One for Horror Movies!
Sorry I didn't try more last night.
The move is still in process. We're in the desert in New Mexico, south of Albuquerque, north of Roswell. We are heading up to I-40 to do the route 66 thing.
Yesterday, I went to take walk to the park in this little town, Vaughn, NM, and then went the wrong direction and walked down the highway in the dark, in the cold in a t-shirt, carrying a rock, for over five hours. I fell and sprained my ankle and my knee. The cops finally found me dehydrated, hoarse from calling for help, crying, and freezing cold. The cops made me put my rock down. I had had no idea how long or how far I was walking. I kept thinking every car would be police or Fabrice, but none of them were. I thought I’d walked about 45 minutes. It’d been 4 hours.
When I left for the park, it was daylight. The sun sets fast in the desert. And it gets very cold even faster than that. I was convinced that the lights I was walking toward were from the town, and that I HAD turned back. Turns out the lights were trains. I didn't realize how long I had walked, when I finally turned around. I was really very lost. I picked up the rock along the way in case someone or something threatened me. It was THAT scary; a middle of nowhere, horror movie type of setting. Lots of abandoned buildings, but no life, etc. I kept thinking Fabrice would come looking for me. He had stayed where we were parked in case I came back. But he went to the sheriff's office, and they called all the hotels to see if I'd gone off with another man, and then put out a call to all the truckers to see if a) I'd gone off with any of them, and b) they'd seen me. I kept trying to flag people down, in the pitch black. Holding my rock. Nobody stopped. But a trucker did call me in and the sheriffs came out, found me, and brought me back to where I was supposed to be. I'd gone well over 7 miles, back and forth, going down side streets looking for a phone, etc. I had left my cell in the car, planning just to go down to the cute little park and relax for a few minutes before heading back to the car and hitting the road. I had nothing with me but Fabrice's small camera and a rock.
I hurt my knee and my back, have a sprained ankle, and can barely walk, but I'm OK. I think.
I hope you all had a better day than that! Learn from my mistakes, and do not I repeat, DO NOT get lost in the deserted desert, at sun down!!!
Oh, it was a full moon (or almost), too! Which was good for guiding my way, but not so good for the atmosphere!!!
The move is still in process. We're in the desert in New Mexico, south of Albuquerque, north of Roswell. We are heading up to I-40 to do the route 66 thing.
Yesterday, I went to take walk to the park in this little town, Vaughn, NM, and then went the wrong direction and walked down the highway in the dark, in the cold in a t-shirt, carrying a rock, for over five hours. I fell and sprained my ankle and my knee. The cops finally found me dehydrated, hoarse from calling for help, crying, and freezing cold. The cops made me put my rock down. I had had no idea how long or how far I was walking. I kept thinking every car would be police or Fabrice, but none of them were. I thought I’d walked about 45 minutes. It’d been 4 hours.
When I left for the park, it was daylight. The sun sets fast in the desert. And it gets very cold even faster than that. I was convinced that the lights I was walking toward were from the town, and that I HAD turned back. Turns out the lights were trains. I didn't realize how long I had walked, when I finally turned around. I was really very lost. I picked up the rock along the way in case someone or something threatened me. It was THAT scary; a middle of nowhere, horror movie type of setting. Lots of abandoned buildings, but no life, etc. I kept thinking Fabrice would come looking for me. He had stayed where we were parked in case I came back. But he went to the sheriff's office, and they called all the hotels to see if I'd gone off with another man, and then put out a call to all the truckers to see if a) I'd gone off with any of them, and b) they'd seen me. I kept trying to flag people down, in the pitch black. Holding my rock. Nobody stopped. But a trucker did call me in and the sheriffs came out, found me, and brought me back to where I was supposed to be. I'd gone well over 7 miles, back and forth, going down side streets looking for a phone, etc. I had left my cell in the car, planning just to go down to the cute little park and relax for a few minutes before heading back to the car and hitting the road. I had nothing with me but Fabrice's small camera and a rock.
I hurt my knee and my back, have a sprained ankle, and can barely walk, but I'm OK. I think.
I hope you all had a better day than that! Learn from my mistakes, and do not I repeat, DO NOT get lost in the deserted desert, at sun down!!!
Oh, it was a full moon (or almost), too! Which was good for guiding my way, but not so good for the atmosphere!!!
posted by Nana @ 09:35
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