With no more ado they were married and drove away in his station wagon. As to where, Eleanor had not the faintest idea. It was dark, and she was asleep, curled up in the seat, long before they got there. The sun, coming level through the windshield, awakened her. Buster was not in the car. Then she saw him, shading his eyes with a hand, scanning the far horizons. All around them were the trackless desert, Joshua trees, and the pallid ghost bushes. There was not a road in sight.
"Where are we?" she called.
"Lost," he said.
Then he was back in the car, laughing and hugging her. “Twenty minutes from the best breakfast you ever ate,” he said. “Then we’re going fishing in the mountains. Did I scare you?”
"No," said Eleanor. "I was kind of glad."
Excerpt from “Keaton” by Rudi Blesh