King of the Desert
The 1974 season started off badly, as the truck we hired to carry our food, water, tools, and fuel to the field was not up for the trip. It ground to a halt halfway, unable to continue. We unloaded, sent the truck back to Lashkar Gah, and ferried all our equipment to our field site in two small but nimble Land Rovers. But someone had to stay and watch the large pile of goods while the Rovers were gone. What does it feel like to be left in the Dasht-i Margo, the Desert of Death, for four days? Mitch has written about it on his blog.