 Five days later, I hadn't seen anybody. And I had no idea if he died in a plane crash or whatever. But to be honest, I wasn't quite worried. I knew that I could hike out to the ocean and get help and survive and everything. During this time, there was this cow moose and her yearling calf that would cross the river right by my camp. And I'd see them sometimes a couple, two, three times a day. There was kind of a shallow riffle there where they'd cross the river.