Quite a few years ago, I took my CJ-7 out late at night from Mesa, AZ and headed mostly East. Driving along a dirt road going about 20 mph when the road just disappeared due to a wash out. Jeep fell at good 20 feet and landed upside down in a dry wash. Knocked me out for awhile. I woke up and crawled out of the now destroyed hard top shards, covered in transmission fluid. I climbed out of the wash and looked around. The nearest lights were a couple of miles away. I walked for what seemed like forever. As I got closer to the lights, all I could hear was jet engines. Then I noticed the jet engines were on pylons. It was the Airresearch facililty, surrounded by tall cyclone fencing and topped with barbed wire. I continued around the perimeter until I came upon the guard shack. The guard came out and looked at me and thought I was covered in blood, but then he also could smell the transmission fluid.
Called my buddy in Mesa who picked me up. Went to his place and I got cleaned up (much to his wife's dismay). At first light we came back looking for my CJ. After a few hours we finally found it. We took his Bronco and using his winch, flipped my jeep over. Topped off the fluids and the dang thing started up. It was a long drive back but the looks I got on the way back, priceless.
Banged the jeep up really good but after replacing a fender, the hood, the windshield frame and putting on a soft top, I was back in business, albeit less foolish.
Always wished I had snapped a picture of the jeep, and the rattlers that were right along the sides of the wash I had crawled up and out of that night.