WHEN I WAS AN ARCHAEOLOGIST WITH THE BLM IN PHOENIX I WENT INTO THE DESERT TO SURVEY A 10 MILE LONG LINEAR ROUTE. IT WAS OFTEN DIFFICULT TO FIND THE RIGHT ROAD AND LOCATION BECAUSE OF THE GENERAL FLATNESS OF THE DESERT. IN ANY CASE I USUALLY HAD AT THAT TIME A REMOTE RADIO TO CALL THE OFFICE IF LOST OR MY CAR BROKE DOWN. I REMEMBER ONE UNUSUAL TIME WHEN I MET A RANCHER WHO SADDLED A HORSE FOR ME ON A HOT SUMMER DAY AND I HAD 10 MILES TO SURVEY. THIS LONG LINEAR SURVEY WAS FLAGGED AND IN REMOTE TERRITORY. THE COWBOY RODE HIS HORSE WITH ME AS I VIEWED THE GROUND FOR PREHISTORIC AND HISTORIC ARTIFACTS. I COULD ACTUALLY VIEW SEVERAL KNAPPING AREAS WHERE THE NATIVES LEFT OBSIDIAN REMAINS.
INTERESTING ENOUGH AT ONE POINT MY HORSE GOT A CHOLLA IN HIS TALE AND LEG! HE REARED UP WITH A WHELP. I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD. BUT LUCKILY THE COWBOY WAS ABLE TO CALM HIM AND REMOVE THE CHOLLA FROM HIS LEG...
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