Hot Hot Heat

Canadian boys playing on The Blaze as we speak. The heat plays into an odd tale I tell today of something that happened Sunday out in the middle of the desert. Dan and I went riding quads at Sahauro Lake on Sunday. We many miles into the ride when we came upon a motorcross bike rider. He flagged us down and asked us if we could give a young red curly red headed girl a ride. It was strange because as we rode up, it was apparent that she was not riding, she was wearing shorts and a tank top. She was bleeding on her face and her knees. She said her friends left her out there. Dan and I didn't really think too much about it, he just said he had to take the bike I was riding and I would stay behind. She kept saying thank you and seemingly crying as she got on the bike. She was visibly dehidratated and frail. I asked her at that point if she was ok and she started crying more. I talked to the motorcross guy after Dan left. He said he thought it was some kind of joke as he rode up because she was laying on her back spead eagle as if she was dead. She got up and told him she had been throwing up. She told him her friends left her but later she told Dan she had been with her friends at Butcher Jones beach and wandered off. She told Dan she had been walking for 5 hours. It was probably 10 am when we came upon her. Dan rode her back and she kept letting go of him. Dan feared she was going to fly off so he rode extremely slow. The motorcross rider asked if I needed him to stay with me but I sent him on his way. He ended up going back to the parking and meet up with Dan. He took her back to town. Honestly it was exactly like you hear on TV when a high school kid is lost in the desert, probably drugs and alcohol involved, dehidrated and rescued by a helicopter. We were very affected by the involvement we had in helping the girl. When Dan returned, we rode on and got to a turn off with a burnt out old car, we rode down to it and in more surreal times for the day, the ground was littered with shotgun shells. Dan took one look at the area and motioned me to get the heck out of there. Not sure if we rode into a shooting range or more so "unofficial shooting range" So I must go unfortunately without reflecting as much as I wanted but time to meet my new directors, all full of hope and promise....
Been hearing Plat nearly everyday!!Yeah!