Several years ago a boyscout became seperated from his troop on a hike. As I recall he simply dawdled while they marched on. There was a massive search . We found his candy bar wrappers and disposable camera with a few self portraits. Yet he vanished without a trace with the lights of Los Angeles twinkling below. The scouts periodically get poked at over gay scoutleaders and scouts who do not wish to include religous observations. Everytime I look up at those mountains I want to poke every scout to carry a basic survival card such as the STOP acronym or Doug's instructions in his PSK. We need to look out for each other in these relaxed hikes with relaxed guards. If Hobbits can do it why not us <img src="/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />