“Sorry.” By 10:00 it became more than apparent no one was coming to look for them. They weren’t going to cross the ravine. Although the rain had finally let up, the wash still ran like the Colorado River, fast and high. After they spread out the sleeping bag across the folded-down back seats, they ate cold hamburgers left over from lunch, briefly listened to the radio and played a few games of cards on a deck Mike found in the glovebox. “No reason to apologize.” Mike stuck the cards back in their box. “Are you ready to try and get some sleep?” “I think so,” she said. “It’s been a long day.” He indicated the covers. “You take the sleeping bag and stay back here. I’ll take the blankets and go up front.” “No.” She picked up the blankets. “I’ll go. You’re too tall to fit up there.” “You’re not that much shorter than me.” Mike took the edge of the blankets. “Let’s both stay here. We’ll separate the covers and each stay on our own side.”
