When the big oil search was on, they were building airstrips all over the place, every time the moved to a new location.
Men, equipment, and food were often flown in to tempory bases in the desert. They were good days for GA. On one ocasion an ex military jet jockey/aeroplane salesman had to make a trip in a new Baron to take a load of food to one of these strips. Our intrepid birdman got going late, and found no-one at the strip to meet him. It was about to get dark, and there were no lights, so he had to unload it himself, and got going , homeward bound just in time.
On arrival home he was asked what had happened to the food supplies, as the phone had been ringing, and no-one had heard or seen any plane. There was one very red faced pilot, and some hungry, angry men. And some very happy dingos.