I feel like a nude little piece of white meat out here.

I feel like a tick on a dog.

The irony here is we're looking for water and we're looking out for water. Without it you die, and with too much of it you die.

We can't move quickly. You move quick out here and you die quick.

I feel like an hors deurve waiting to happen.

All survival situations revolve around a host of variables...Always adapt, think positive, and move forward.

It's like walking on a 1970 blaze orange shag carpet in a kitchen.