YOU CAN SURVIVE MUCH-MORE THAN YOU EVER-IMAGINED.
I NEVER EXPECTED TO TRAVEL THE GOBI DESERT OR TO ENCOUNTER MILLIONS OF "TRAVELERS."
"Ten days ago, I began my Great Wall Adventure in Jiayuquan-- at the western end of the Great Wall. For many reasons, today was an extremely hot and difficult day. With the shadows of darkness overpowering my last glimpse of daylight, I knew it was time to shut-down. My body was tired; I felt overheated; my body was trembling- shaking.
Back in Houston, with little time, I’d briefly studied the aerial maps of the Great Wall provided by NASA but--- somehow-- I’d overlooked the section of Wall that crossed the Gobi Desert. For the past five days I’ve been overwhelmed with a relentlessly-glaring sun-- impossible ankle-deep sand---while being ruthlessly ‘whiplashed” with dry, gritty winds. From the map it appears that (barring any unforeseen accidents), I’ll be out-of-the-desert by late tomorrow afternoon.
I simply didn’t have enough energy to open my tent tonight. Besides, with nothing but sand and high winds, I was afraid I couldn’t anchor the tent sufficiently. I couldn't take the chance the tent might “take flight” with me in it!
“Unpacking” my body took almost thirty minutes: I wore a classic runner’s backpack—plus 15 different canvas packs of supplies-- tied around my waist. And—I wore multiple pairs of extra shoes--all looped together by shoelaces—hanging around my neck, both front and back! Finally-- I carried a large, rolled-up tent in one hand and a full-sized, rolled-up sleeping bag in the other hand. Both were bound-securely in customized nylon bags with straps--for handles.
Taking out a large polyurethane bag from my backpack, I carefully placed my paraphernalia—like camera, sunglasses, and various medications--inside-- then folded it several times before tying it securely with an extra shoelace. It was important to keep the outside elements away from my equipment, necessities, and limited food supply. My compass, whistle, Swiss Army knife, and small flashlight hung on chains around my neck. Those items never left me, for any reason!
I had eaten an energy bar almost one hour earlier and now I eagerly drank one of my thermos of water. Tomorrow, it was essential I find extra water. Only two 16 oz. Thermos fit in my backpack with very-limited room for any extra bottles of water.
I hurriedly unrolled my sleeping bag and sat down, too exhausted to care that I was alone in the middle of a huge desert but, what did it matter?!?!? There weren’t any trees, or grassy areas, even sand dunes to use for shelter. Besides, why would any wild animals or mean people choose such a wasteland for late-night exploring?!?!?!
I had barely removed my tennis shoes, tucked them beside me--snuggled lengthwise in my sleeping bag before--I was asleep. Then, suddenly--- I was awake---but why?!?!?
Everywhere I looked was blackness. I’d never experienced such complete darkness and-- for a minute or two-- I feared I might have a panic attack but—there was strange activity--all around me— and---I had to know “what!” Cocooned in my sleeping bag-- I felt small “things” running up, down, and across, my wrapped body! Oh, no! Something caught in my hair-- I must find my flashlight! This is so scary!
Struggling to unzip enough material to release one arm, I grabbed my flashlight from under my chin, pointed it down the front of my sleeping bag and clicked. It’s difficult to describe the horror of that moment. I thought my heart would stop because everywhere I looked, there were millions of white mice-- jumping and running-- across my sleeping bag!!!
Only after I finished the Wall and returned to Beijing --would I learn about these rare albino mice-- documented as nightly travelers on the Gobi Desert. Daylight blinded them so they could only move-freely under cover of Darkness. Now, Aiming my flashlight in every direction revealed the alarming facts: The Gobi Desert was alive with massive numbers of stampeding white mice and--for thousands of miles in all directions---I was the only human.
Believing this frightening nightmare would end with the morning light, I grabbing a scarf from my down vest, wrapped my head with my one free arm, and quickly tucked/zipped/ myself deep-down in the sleeping bag. I prayed for daylight to come quickly. I vowed, regardless of what happened tomorrow--this would be my last night in the desert.
In the many days to come, I would always remember this night as the most frightening and most challenging night of my Great Wall Journey until----the night I encountered The Black Leopard."
But--- I’ll save that breathtaking experience to share with you-- next time.