Wednesday, 26 May 2010

You Wanted A Hit

Ruby's diner, Palm Desert.

No images can portray Joshua Tree National Park properly. No photograph can show you this quiet, immense and desolate yet beautiful place well enough. The park was absolutely huge, it takes about 2 hours to drive all the way through it. The mountains are vast, the plains are steeped in history of Native American settlements and old rivers that dried up. We were well on our way in to the park when our car started making the most hideous noise. It was like a really deep vibration that had a really deep sound. We had no idea what it was so we decided to turn back, as it was getting dark, we hadn't seen another car for miles and none of us had any phone signal.

We pull over to the side of the road to give the car a rest and figure out what to do, when this battered old classic Jaguar pulls over, and an old woman gets out to offer us help. She proceeded to tell us all about herself before offering to follow us out of the park incase our car really did breakdown. It didn't, and we got out okay, but the whole way back she drove 5 mph. We kept losing sight of her and having to slow down to make sure she was still there. When we finally got on the highway and it got dark, she followed us on the highway with only one headlight working and kept flashing her fog lights all the time. We wanted to take her home.

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