I was out and about Wednesday evening. Don't worry I told someone where I was going. But even if I got stuck and called for help, they probably wouldn't have been able to find me, being that my road was NOT on the trail map. Ok, why would yall mark at trail 1038 and NOT properly mark it on the map? Whatever.
So I got a little lost, but not lost. I knew where I was. I could see the main road, but couldn't figure out how to get to it. So like the crazy lady I am, I just kept driving. I mean, if I got stuck, at least I have a survival pack with food, first aid kid, blankets, and a bunch of other crap I'm not sure of, so I'd be fine no worries.
I got quite into some head rocking Quiet Riot, Pink Floyd then out of left field some Bee Gees came on. I had gotten service just as I climbed to the top of an observation point. Well my iPod dropped to the floor so I slammed on my brakes, nearly bashing my head into the steering wheel, and it kept me from driving off a cliff. And like life didn't think I was a big enough joke, "ahh ah ahh I'm Stayin aliiiiiivvvveee." So I jump out and start to laugh. It was just funny to me. Its shit like this that cracks me up.
I would be out in the desert by myself, on a road that isn't marked, and right near a damn cliff. But it would be my luck to drop an iPod and save my life, and the life of my jeep. Oh my. So I couldn't find a road that continues anywhere so I guess that I had to go back the way I came. I knew that on one of these trails was the one that would hook onto that main road I just had to find it. So every road that kicked off of the road I took originally down, ended at a fence line or a cliff. Yeah I was getting pretty pissed. It was near midnight, and I had told me people I would be back before midnight. I didn't wanna be a liar, but I didn't have any service...so that's great. Finally I thought I had found the road and then I legit was JEEPIN, climbing rocks and slidin through mud. Then bam, another cliff.
I turned around and got turned south on a road I just didn't know. I felt completely lost and like I was gonna have to spend all damn night out on that mountain. I then had a mini flashback to a few years ago. Chris, my little brother, and I were out hunting and had a similar experience. After getting a wrong turn after another, I was starting to get down and was pissed because I could see Panaca's lights. But couldn't find a road that even lead in that general direction. Chris leaned over and said, "hey, you don't have to say it aloud, but maybe pray a little. I've been doing it since I jumped in the truck with you, but maybe this time we could do it together." That little turd, knows how to turn a cruddy situation into a better one. And as soon as we finished, I just had this gut feeling to drive down into a wash and follow it South. And the scary part was how steep into the wash it was. No more than 10 minutes down the wash, we found a main road we both knew about. And SERVICE and a frightened mother.
So, I decided that I would throw up a prayer to just be safe and calm. I turned the radio back on and Here I Go Again by WhiteSnake came on and I was just rockin out and laughing. It really is my luck that things like this happen to me, and that I put myself in those positions. After about 4 Head Bangin songs I knew right where I was and that I was at the virgin river. Not sure how in the hell I got there but I knew where an ATV trail was. One o'clock rolled around and I was finally on I-15 headed back onto St George.
Moral of the story, make sure your map is up to date. Don't take trails you don't know anything about. Don't go after 6pm. Make sure that you have a few head banging songs to lighten the mood. And sometimes when you think you're alone, you're not. Don't outsmart your common sense and don't let your prayin knees get lazy.
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