August 1, 2004
Out of the tent window that faced the east, a sunrise
was stripes of orange smoke clouds over the
Newfoundland Range and the salt flats. The mosquitoes
were out. My rigged tent door couldn't keep them out.

It was the second day of Brett's trek. The day was
cooler with a thirty percent chance of thunderstorms.
I wrote that off as a warning until the afternoon. The
radio station that reported the weather was over one
hundred miles away. Then, the afternoon, or maybe it
was still noon, proved that thirty percent could
become one hundred