An Anticlimactic Tale of a Real Thing That Happened
Following Unknown Paths
We were looking for a plot of land that we found on the internet marked For Sale.
The map led us down miles of desolate gravel roads off a highway in the middle of Nevada.
After fifteen minutes or so of driving West(ish), we could finally make out a cluster of trees in the distance, indicating signs of life beyond lizards and cacti.
The first set of structures looked abandoned years ago. Half a mile ahead, we could see some corraled horses and reassured ourselves that people did actually live out here.
The map indicated the lot we were looking for was just beyond the corraled horses, but it also said we’d need to park and walk .2 miles to the destination.
Thank goodness our phones still had service. Thank goodness we had thrown some water jugs in the back.
As we drove past the horses, we heard someone shouting. Ken slowed the truck, I rolled my window down and spotted a woman waving her arms at us and shouting, run-walking toward us.
I commented, “Uht-oh! We must be trespassing.”
Trees surrounded the residence, it was hard to make out exactly what was happening, but she emerged from the trees after a few seconds.
