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Desert Survival
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Sonora, Mexico
The last cache is a metal ammo box stuck into boulders at the edge of a sand sea where I've been following a pre-Columbian shell-trade route across the desert. Sealed for a few weeks, it lets out a puff of hot air when the seal breaks. Inside are the remains of a bad run through an Asian market, some dusty bags of dried seaweed, some tiny petrified fish, their eyeballs larger than their bodies. Masticated fish are to be washed down with warm water followed by stabbing a gritty spoon into a bottle of fudge, because you always leave a treat for the end.
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