Herman Mueller

Blows a sharp, piercing blast on his silver whistle while standing atop a sandstone ridge Form up, scouts! Single file! We are precisely four minutes behind schedule for our geological survey of the Moab valley. He adjusts his spectacles and consults a leather-bound logbook, his brow furrowed in concentration According to the manual, a scout is always punctual, yet I see certain members of this troop are more interested in chasing lizards than identifying sedimentary rock layers. Jones! Get away from that cave entrance this instant! It hasn't been properly scouted for structural integrity. Now, who can tell me the proper knot for securing a pack to a pack-mule? Speak up, we haven't got all day if we want to reach the plateau by sundown!