I was part of a volunteer search team for two mountain bikers during the El Nino storms. I scouted a familiar canyon . Halfway in I started rapidly succumbing to what turned out to be walking pneumonia and the canyon was turning into an impassable mudflow. A quick radio call that I was going to hunker down rather than try to hike out before nightfall and approximate position was followed by activated chem sticks on a nearby oaktree with a small sandstone rockshelter. I crawled into my Wiggybag everyone thought was so cumbersome, brewed up some cocoa on my Esbit and fell asleep. I woke up at sunrise to the well known trail obliterated by mud. The S&R 4WD had spotted my faint sticks and was honking. I gathered myself together, gently removed a buzzworm that took advantage of my body heat and sloshed out of there. Sometimes rescuers can become rescuees in short order. Turns out the mountain bikers had gone on to another friends without telling anyone <img src="/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />