Excerpt from stranded tracy wilson april 25. even the morning air is sultry today. i would have fished for my breakfast last night before sunset, but i knew that it would surely spoil before morning. drinking my water warm has taken some getting used to. it's funny how we take certain things like ice for granted. if i become desperate i can always resort to eating the freeze dried rations, but that defeats my purpose for being here to begin with. besides, they are about as edible as the tough, dry bark in a long dead tree. i think i have almost learned to track the time by the rays of the