Everyone's WORST Nightmare!

We ran out of gas in the middle of the desert while simultaneously conducting our second phone interviews with Americorps. I lost service on my cell phone as we drove between two giant red-rock formations. Moby began sputtering so Eric pulled over onto the right shoulder, just about the time Americorps called us back. I was being coy about our situation, leaving out the fact that we were now stranded in New Mexico. As soon as I handed the phone to Eric, however, his blunt honesty (which I usually love) divulged the truth. Two state troopers pulled over, both off duty, and the first one drove on and the second drove Eric the five miles down the road to get gas.
We couldn't have chosen a more picturesque stopping point. We were surrounded by red cliffs and rolling dunes speckled with sage. The skies were a crystal blue and the breeze was a constant rushing relief.