Last month, my husband and I were almost stranded on a deserted highway in the middle of nowhere, someplace out in the dry and dusty west. We were merrily driving along Interstate 70, low on gas but assuming there were plenty of gas stations along the way – there always are on interstates, right?
Nope. Nothing, nothing, and more nothing. The ‘low on gas’ light came on and still nothing. I was getting worried; I’m the type who fills up when I’m down to a quarter tank. (My dh, not so much.) But we remembered a sign saying there was supposed to be gas at an exit not too much farther down the highway. Finally we reached said exit with a huge sigh of relief.
Um…not so fast. There was nothing there but more desert and a sign that said gas was twelve miles to the right. Yikes!!
That was the longest twelve miles ever. We made it, filling up at the single-pump, unmanned, 24-hour gas station, and realized we’d had 2/10 of a gallon left when we arrived there. Whew. What would have happened if we’d run out of gas?
No, I didn’t picture a gruesome death from thirst at the side of the road. Our cell phones had no reception, but now and then someone drove by, and I assume one amongst those someones would have stopped and helped us. But it was unpleasant all the same, and it gave me new appreciation for the pioneers who braved that dry, desolate land.
But I’m not likely to write about them, because I’d keep thinking about the lack of water instead of romance.
While out west we visited El Morro, a monument in New Mexico which features a canyon, the remains of a pueblo, a life-saving waterhole, and rock carvings from hundreds of years ago – both pictographs and the names and dates of various explorers and adventurers who passed by. The photos are from El Morro. (I was way too preoccupied on that dry, lonely road with almost no gas to take any photos there.) I highly recommend a visit to El Morro if you have the chance. You can find out more about it (and a photo of some inscriptions) here.
Because I just love giveaways, I’ll give an e-copy of To Kiss a Rake (or another of my books, winner’s choice) to one person who comments. Tell me your out-of-gas story, or give me recommendations of cool places to visit next time I go out west. Or east, north, or south.
Melinda Starling doesn’t let ladylike behavior get in the way of true love. She’s secretly helping with an elopement, when she’s tossed into the waiting coach and driven away by a notorious rake.
REVENGE REALLY DOESN’T PAY.
Miles Warren, Lord Garrison, comes from a family of libertines, and he’s the worst of them all—or so society believes. When Miles helps a friend to run away with an heiress, it’s an entertaining way to revenge himself on one of the gossips who slandered him.
Except that he drives off with the wrong woman…and as if that wasn’t scandalous enough, he can’t resist stealing a kiss.