Dear Mr. Blathe,

I am sure that you are curious to know how I fared in the Nevada wilderness. The answer is not well. As the day progressed, I lay in the abandoned structure in a half sleep. I think that I dreamed, though I am not sure.  Think my lack of certainty has been a recurring theme of late. Perhaps the only thing I can be certain of is that I survived, not unscathed but ready to continue our work.

I fully awoke sometime near mid-morning. I was shivering for I was under dressed. The winters out there are unpleasant though not extreme. My hands throbbed. I picked at the goatshead burrs embedded in my palms. With time I was able to remove all of them, but my hands were nearly useless after that.

I had not eaten since the previous afternoon and a small portion at that, but somewhere along my stroll into the wilds, I'd misplaced my hunger and thirst. So, I sat there, nearly insensate except for throbbing hands and undefined aches.

I sat and watched the shadows rush across my lap as the sun ascended, taking away some of the chills and sending blinding light into the building.

I pushed myself up with my elbows and walked outside. I saw no sign of my hunters. So, I walked on toward the west, hoping that I would find a road to lead me to civilization.

I am exhausted, but the headaches are nearly gone. I will continue to write about this tomorrow.

Take care of yourself,

G. McNutt