Lost at Sea

I was driving through the desert with J, re-living our recent vacation, when the news came on the radio that we were lost at sea.

Odd, that. We were quite plainly driving across the desert, and I had more than half a tank of gas left. At least until the life preservers popped open.

Then there was suddenly no gas gauge, and Little Red was a life raft with a half shelter on it. We were still in the desert.

J was worried that they would never find us, but I was pretty sure we'd be okay, as we were stopped in the middle of the road.