Cathy drank a lot and wanted to argue about every little thing. It couldn’t be coincidence or bad luck. Very odd. Initial minor distress at normal gravity, subject adapted. I flipped rocks over many times and saw two snakes, but they were too quick and escaped to other holes in the rock pile. Am I a superhero? There were hundreds of dead weeds sticking out of the sand, a meter or two apart. Where was my truck? There were probably three or four liters! I tried again; “HELLO! I didn’t get a good look at it, but I was sure it wasn’t a rattlesnake. Tomorrow, I’d focus on finding a way out. There wasn’t much chance of getting more lost than I already was, so I decided to walk to the middle of the area. No buoyant or powered flight observed. Maybe a pine snake, or a rat snake? I scanned the horizon, such as it was. No signs of progenation.
