It all started as a fun camping trip 1 August for a mother and her young son, an adventure in the desert. The warning signs came early, a flat tire, but they changed it and continued to drive on - not considering they now had no spare - they also had no maps, compasses, or signalling devices (no cell phone coverage way out there in Death Valley). After the second breakdown, 24 16-oz. bottles of water, Pop Tarts and cheese sandwiches didn't last too long.
The Desert will kill you with boring regularity, if you let it. They recovered the mother last Thursday, the 5th. She told them her son had died the day before.
One of the scariest times I had in North Africa was the time I took a wrong turn and strayed off track; by the time I did a map check and figured out where we were, we were over a hundred miles from the track.
Old One-Eyed Sergeant Major Nail used to say: Mother Nature is the Boss - S.L..
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