Another Gas Incident...

Before I mention this incident, I have to set the stage for the prior ones...

There was this time when we were driving through the driest desert in the world.. the Atacama desert. So, we were driving and came up on this ancient natural oasis - Quillagua. So we stopped and in my broken Spanish I ask the lady behind the checkpoint where the closest place to get Gas is. "Iquique". Iquique is hundreds of miles away from where we are and we have less than a quarter tank. So, we load the car on the back of Javiar's flat bed truck, ride to Iquique and the rest is history...

Then there was this time in California when we were traveling on the coastal highway coming from Eureka via Shelter cove towards For Bragg.. and suddenly it turns into a treacherous mountain dirt road...and after driving tens of miles we realize that we were low on gas. So, we drive downhill without using gas, run into some Russian Campers and purchase gas from them, and make it to Fort Bragg.

Then there was this time when we arrived at the local climbing gym - and on our attempt to get back home we realize that the car is out of gas. So, we get Peter to drive Ken to the gas station, purchase gas, drive home.

So - coming home from our latest trip to North Carolina - you would think that we'd keep an eye on the gas, right? No such thing. After dark in the Osceola national forest and we figure out that we are low on gas. No worries - we have enough to make it to the next town...but then the gas light comes on. So, e draft behind a big truck trying to save what little gas we have left. And we stop at the first exit that indicated gas...and the gas station is closed!!!! So, we take the next exit, find gas, and go on to create more gas incidents....

Oh - did I mention that in each of these cases, we had a GPS that ran out of batteries just as we needed it?