The Nevada sun burned mercilessly while we wandered along the mountains across endless dry and thorny pastures to reach the site. After about three hours of climbing and descending hills and passing several Canyons, we reached the top of a hill. This was exactly the location of the 40° latitude. The planned site, however, was still about 2 kilometers away and impossible to reach today; numerous deep pathless canyons had to be surmounted.

The EARTH was easy to dig up because it had been loosened up by the hoofs of mustangs. We had encountered one herd twice, with the proud stallion, tail in the air and mane blowing in the wind, standing protectively between us and the fleeing mares and foals. A third time he observed our movements from a hilltop before he finally disappeared. On our way back, a large herd galloped towards us across the valley, but before our paths met the wild horses changed their course.

We also encountered a giant red bull that fortunately fled from us. Another bull stayed where he was because of the distance between us, but observed us closely. We passed two more small herds of cattle that had climbed the hill before we safely reached our car.