Rain had fallen for more than 24 hours, so it was not a typical morning in Phoenix, Arizona—cold, wet and the air thick with the smell of crushed leaves, pine needles and the pungent odor of desert succulents. We were walking straight ahead—my wife Bea calling out the changing coordinates on our GPS. We had our East-West position; we were now moving South.


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