Have you ever gotten lost in the desert?
That day we did. Drove for hours, from Arizona, through Utah and Colorado, looking for a way to I-70.
Highway 666 was next on the map.
But highway 666 was nowhere to be found.
They sold us a damn cheap old map at that gas station back in Oklahoma.
In 2003, they changed the remaining bit of highway 666 into US 491.
It took us all day and night to find our way out of the desolation and finally get on I-70.
I will never forget the poor indian trailers in the middle of arid and deserted lands, the shapes and colors of lunar nature, the endlessly stretching horizon, the heat, the filthy bathroom and its roaches, at that gas station in the middle of nowhere, the old rusted signs, the icecubes melting in our cooler, the static on the radio, the silence, the air conditioning that was never set right, the cold hotdogs, the highlighted itinerary on our old and torn map, the fear that gets to my stomach, the thrill, the stars in my eyes...
Lose your way through the desert, just for a day, and your head will be full of unspeakable and unforgettable memories.
Our journey was far from being over, though.
September 5 2005
Canon EOS 500. (yes, I *still* use film)