Magellan And We...

It started out with a phone call on Friday. "Hey Bruce, I think it's supposed to be pretty hot tomorrow. Wanna go for a ride in the morning to avoid the heat?"




Then, a fated curiosity befell us. "I wonder where this goes?"
But we were prepared. Bruce had borrowed his wife's "magellan" GPS unit. It was an older model, but it told you where you were. What it didn't tell you, was where you'd end up...







We came upon many forks in the road...








We were strangers in a strange land...









Looking back ,we could see that we were leaving all we'd known, all we'd loved, behind...










Bruce was getting hot and delirious. We had run out of water. The temperature had risen mercilessly...






We were too far over the mountain to ever return the way we came.






Perhaps the only answer... was hitchhiking?











I was having visions of my own...







Finally... Civilization. We had reached the Fish People on the other side of the wilderness.




There was nothing left to do but ride into town and make a phone call to have Bruce's wife come and get us. "To the gas station?" I asked.
"No. To the lumberyard," said Bruce. "Where we can put ice cream bars on my contractor's account..."