WHEN I WAS AN ARCHAEOLOGIST WITH THE BLM I WENT INTO THE DESERT TO SURVEY LANDS. IT WAS OFTEN DIFFICULT TO FIND THE RIGHT ROAD AND TERRITORY TO SURVEY BECAUSE OF THE GENERAL FLATNESS OF THE DESERT. IN ANY CASE I USUALLY AT THAT TIME A REMOTE RADIO TO CALL THE OFFICE IF I GOT LOST OR THE CAR BRIKE DOWN. I REMEMBER ONE UNIQUE TIME WHEN I HAD TO MEET A COWBOY WHO SADDLED A HORSE FOR ME. WE BOTH RODE OUR HORSES ON A HOT SUMMER DAY AQND I HAD ABOUT 10 MILES TO SURVEY - A LINEAR LINE THAT WAS FLAGGED IN REMOTE TERRITORY. THE COWBOY RODE HIS HORSE WITH ME AS I VIEWED THE GROUND FOR PREHISTORIC AND HISTORIC SITES. I COULD ACTUALLY VIEW SEVERAL SMALL KNAPPING AREAS WHERE THE NATIVES LEFT OBSIDIAN REMAINS.
INTERESTING ENOUGH AT ONE POINT MY HORSE GOT A CHOLLA IN HIS TAIL AND LEG AND HE REARED UP WITH A WHELP. I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD AS WE WERE NEAR A CHASM. BUT LUCKILY THE COWBOY WAS ABLE TO CALM HIM DOWN AND GET THE CHOLLA OFF HIS LEG.
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