Over the last few days, I had driven more than a thousand miles across different landscapes from Phoenix, Arizona to the borders of Utah. Along the way I managed to stay in a small motel along the historic Route 66 in Flagstaff, see the Grand Canyons from different angles in varying times of the day, breathe fresh chilly air up in Jacob Lake among alpine trees covered in snow, and walk through amazing rock formations and slot canyons in Page.
On the third day of my journey, I was driving somewhere in the afternoon about 11 miles away from Page when I saw a dirt road that I decided to turn to. On the map, it seemed that the small dirt road would lead me somewhere close to a portion of the Colorado River, although I knew it would require me to hike a long distance from where the road ends. I still decided to give it a try. Barely halfway through the dirt road, I was beginning to realize that my intermediate sized vehicle was not made for such roads, and I decided to turn back at the halfway point. But as I was just about to leave from the dirt road, all of a sudden my car couldn’t go any further. My feet pressed on the gas as far as it could go, but to no avail. I realized my car was stuck in deep fine sand.
This has never happened to me before, and I started thinking of ways to get out of my situation. I started digging the sand with my hands and throwing it to the side, and then tried to accelerate the car after removing enough sand from the front wheels. I moved about an inch. Frustrated, I tried reversing the vehicle, which didn’t really help but probably got me even deeper into the sand. I realized pressing on gas was probably not helping me in any way, so I put the car in neutral and tried to push it forward with what arm strength I had. Sadly that didn’t work one bit.
I sat back in the car and decided to call up roadside assistance. Luckily there was reception from my mobile network even though I was in the middle of nowhere! The agent said through the phone that it would take about an hour for a tow service to come, but that was not guaranteed and I might end up waiting longer depending on the availability of the nearest tow truck. I decided to wait it out, but was also strongly fighting the urge to pee. About 500 yards away was the main road, where cars were zooming past in high speed through the highway – and that didn’t really help with my situation.
Across the highway was a dirt lot that carried a sign saying Canyon X Tours, and I decided to cross the highway to ask for help. The family who runs that tour company offered to help, they were natives of Navajo Nation, and they showed me the canyons that they own. This video was the result of that afternoon – of the misadventures and later on realization that everything really happens for a reason.