Journel entry, 081715.
Day 3, New Braunfels, Tx. Finally made contact with Taylor base, they know we are out here. This brings hope in this desolate, dusty and hot wasteland. Almost lost co-driver to indigenous inhabitants, he was almost led away from the safety of our ideling outpost by crafty cologne merchants promising "old man" smells in a bottle, those heathens!
Our dipping dots supply is running low and I fear for the worst. This land is harsh and the relative relief of this "J" place is waining. All hope of rescue rests on further contact from Taylor base. We will ration the remaining dots and again eat at this "Golden Coral" if need be. Since it is the only hostel free zone we have found in our scouting attempts.
I will try to continue to make contact and leave news of our situation for as long as the strenght to do so remains.
May God and Taylor base find relief for us soon.