Sometimes, someone may set their keys on the drivers seat while they put on a jacket. Sometimes, another someone may lock the car, ready to begin a hike.
We won’t go around pointing fingers and allocating blame. But today, we were three miles from the road, in a desert wash, with no cell reception, and our water, jackets, money, ids, keys, and most anything of use locked in our truck.
Oh, and the sun was about to set.
I contemplated a rather large rock by my foot. We could break the windows but that would mean the time and cost of replacing that window. While I pondered which window I would break, I noticed something else: the two inch gap of our rear-passenger-side window. With a little scavenging and wriggling about, I could fit my hand, wrist, and a long branch into the car.
First, I tried to get the long, brittle stick to the drivers seat, where the keys sat, taunting us. I even tapped them a couple times. But we could never loop the branch through the key ring.
Next, we started to walk out of the slot canyon. Maybe we could hitch a ride and…what? Most places would be closed this late and we had no money or ids. Besides, we knew enough about survival that you really shouldn’t abandon your vehicle. No, it had a lot of resources in it.
So, we returned to the camper and began fiddling with the camper door. This was not as secure as the truck door. We now had access to food, water, and warmth. The game changed. We could make it through the night. I began looking for tools
Cowboy went back to the window crack, now attempting to tap the unlock button with a branch. When he yelled, “I’ve got it!” We were in the car and driving out of the wash by sunset.
I felt the need to commemorate the moment with a picture.