They arrived suddenly, coming from every direction. Barely enough time to grab the tripod and flee the truck. But where? There was no place to hide—they were in the gullies, on the hillsides, every one of them seeming to move closer whenever I looked away. “OK, that’s crazy talk—get a grip. These are Joshua trees. You’ve seen ’em before, they’re planted firmly in the earth, there’s no wind tonight and THEY AREN’T MOVING.”
As you can see, I had no chance at escape. And while I don’t remember everything clearly, I was returned to my vehicle within the hour. I think.
Later that night, many dark miles away and seemingly on another planet, I caught a fish in Overton.