“That looks like snow,” Adam said.
Bright white sand dunes shimmered in the distance through the windshield. I pulled off onto a road that led straight into the desert and stopped.
A car had strayed beyond the end of the road. A young man scooped sand away from the tires. It was so loose and fine he may as well have been scooping water.
He and Adam got in front to push as I attempted to reverse, but the Tesla refused to even spin its wheels. A young woman, pale and delicate as a flower, sat in the passenger seat. She didn’t drive, but she had a good head on her shoulders.
All we could do was recommend AAA. We drove 45 minutes to the next town to get fleeced on snacks. For the rest of the day, I tried to solve their problems in my head.