04x02 - Norway Mountain – Part 2

[bunniefuu]

Just gonna keep climbing and exploring.

See what else I can find.

As long as I can do it carefully.

You don't just scale these things quickly
and snap an ankle or go flying off it.

Because that turns a straight survival
situation into a real emergency.

This is Tiburon Island, Mexico.

And after being left to survive aboard a
disabled sailboat, I was able to fashion a

shelter of the rift sail, dig for clams in
a protected lagoon area close by,

even make a small supply of fresh water by
distilling salt water.

Eventually the sailboat
sank in the shallow waters as

its keel was dug into the
sand by the wind and waves.

And now I'm on the move in search of a
fresh supply of water.

And as always, to see if I can better my
circumstances.

I'm moving on to see just
what I can find inland, but most

importantly, to find a more
reliable source of drinking water.

This looks like my new home.

I'm gonna make camp at a small abandoned
village built in the style of the Siri

Indians by the military as a place for
scouting drug runners.

Throughout these areas,
the Siri Indians created these

small, airy villages and
places of food gathering.

I got the long walk back to go grab the
fire log and bring it here.

Back along the beach
at my first shelter

location, along with
items I can't carry forward.

I've left my only fire
going so that I can

retrieve a burning log
and bring my fire forward.

A necessary job since I have no matches or
lighter.

Still going.

I still have five more days to survive in
the heat of the Mexican desert.

I'm just gonna shift over here.

There's another shelter here.

And their old fire pit.

So I have a feeling it's here for a
reason.

Well, the wind is just, as you can see,
picked up intensely.

I mean, it's even blowing seaweed across
the beach now.

Wind like this works in a convection
sense.

It just sucks the moisture right out of
your body constantly.

That's why it's better for me to keep the
shirt on, even if I'm a bit hot,

to stop the wind from constantly sucking
moisture out of my body.

As it is, I can feel some of the symptoms
of dehydration now.

I certainly haven't urinated in an awfully
long time.

I gotta search for water.

Survival is almost always
centered around the

ever-present need
for fresh drinking water.

In the desert and at
the ocean's edge, the

need is amplified by
the heat and dry winds.

You know, I hear so much of this nonsense
about fighting against nature.

You know, man versus the wild sort of
thing.

And, uh, it really is nonsense.

The wilderness just is.

It's not against me.

It's not for me.

It's here.

It's benign.

It just is what it is.

And right now, it's windy.

I went around and liberated some more rope
from the camp.

And I got to thinking about my sleeping
arrangements.

And how I can make them better.

The advantage of taking the sail from the
boat is paying off huge now.

Okay, you can see this is gonna take a
while.

So, leave me to it.

And I'll show you what I've got when I'm
done.

This is one of those times where a little
bit of simple acquired skill sets,

like how to sew, can really pay off in a
survival situation.

I think I did it.

I made myself, essentially, a bivy sack.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

That's gonna work.

Sweet.

I've carried with me a
small supply of fresh clams

dug out of the sand at
my last shelter location.

Time to chowt out on clam.

Maybe that's where the name clam chowder
came from.

I probably shouldn't be eating because
it's lack of water, but I'm hungry.

Clams are the one thing that's easy and
plentiful.

Clams are also salty, increasing my need
for more fresh water.

And it was good.

This should be a lot better than last
night.

This bivy sack I've
made out of the sail with

the blanket, it already
feels more comfortable.

I've got the fire burning in behind me,
which is great.

I can feel heat from here and I can stoke
it all night long.

So this is making circumstances a little
better.

Most of my survival needs have been met.

Fire, shelter, sleeping bag, and even
food.

So now it comes down to the most important
need of all.

Water.

I was thinking that on first sunlight I
would get up and make my move into the hills.

And then I realized that, well,
I'm gonna need more food.

I'm gonna take food in with me just in
case there's nothing in there.

I don't know what I'll find once I get in
there.

The tide is just going down nicely right
now.

So it makes walking easy.

I'm gonna walk back to the estuary.

Check the ocean along the way for anything
that might have come in overnight.

Any more squid.

It'll also give me one more day for these
blisters to heal.

Because they're still not so good.

Sometimes in survival I find myself in the
center of a competition for food sources,

water, and even shelter.

Looks like my dances with coyotes has
returned.

Just out in the shoreline looking for a
meal.

Just like me.

Survival for the coyote in a desert place
like this mirrors my own.

We both just want the same things.

Food, water, and shelter.

As always in a survival situation,
the land is the grocery store.

So I'm heading back to the grocery store.

There's no harm in checking out these tide
pools close to camp.

You never know what you're gonna find
unless you go exploring.

Nice.

There's another food source here.

This guy right here.

Called limpets.

There we go.

There he is.

This guy is a tasty morsel, and I don't
have to bother cooking him either.

Just basically liberate him.

And eat.

Mmm.

Like everything here, salty.

But that's really delicate and juicy and
good.

There's a bunch more limpets here.

So I can pick them and eat them as they
come.

That's a nice big one.

Ouch!

Bonus.

Alright, so I've got another source of
food here.

I'll just scour along these shores,
eating as many of these limpets as I can.

There's also a lot of rock oysters here.

But the way they treated my stomach
yesterday, I'll hold off on the oysters.

I don't want a chance of getting sick like
that again.

This should be a really good spot for
collecting scallops.

Well, sadly, you can see why there's no
scallops left on the other side.

I searched in vain to see if I could find
some scallops to eat.

It was a good area for it.

But because this place has been habitated
by people before, they've fished it out.

That's what happens when you don't leave
behind a population to regenerate.

You leave nothing behind.

Leaving something behind for the future is
what makes survival possible.

When I.

was out clamming, I went back to my old
survival site and I grabbed the water spill.

Thought I'd put it back in action.

It can make me up to a pint a day.

It's been working really well.

It's exactly the same as I had it set up
before.

Got the fire underneath.

It's filled with ocean water.

Steam comes out the top.

Fresh water steam.

And drops into my bottle.

So I want to get a couple more pints
before I head into the hills there.

I also gathered a ton of clams.

So I should be okay for a little bit,
a couple of days anyway, in terms of food.

Last thing is just these blisters on my
heels.

Waiting out one more day here.

I'll give them just a chance to just get a
little bit more healed over, hopefully.

And so I'm going to stay here tonight and
head in tomorrow.

My movements, every movement, is usually
dictated by the weather or the time of day.

I want to make my move here during the
cooler morning hours before the sun

becomes intense overhead, making travel
arduous.

Water, or at least the need for it,
is my motivation.

Reward.

There we go.

Reward.

I did this once before, about ten years
ago.

The very first Survivorman
adventure, ordeal, survival

situation, whatever you
want to call it, that I went on.

I'm going to do it again.

Here goes nothing.

The offshore wind will take that bottle
very far.

Hours into the day, my water still has
plenty of time to do its job and provide

me with a small bit of fresh drinking
water.

Well, it's working again.

Check it out.

Yes, indeed.

That's great.

Perfectly distilled water.

There's some copper flakes in there,
but... That's all right, I'll take those.

The water I've made is indeed a great
help.

But it's no longer enough.

If I don't make a move, I'll start to
slowly dehydrate.

I've collected some more clams to give me
nutrition and a small bit of energy.

I've also grabbed a few
pieces of beach junk, a tin

bottle, and some plastic
bottles from my travel kit.

So with some rest, I can make my way into
the hills tomorrow.

Well, the winds are still howling.

That's it for another day out here.

It's just day six, I think.

I'm heading into day seven, and I hope the
winds abate throughout the night.

I'm gonna crawl into my bivy sack.

I'll let the water still keep working
throughout the night.

It's making me good water.

And then I'm gonna head
into the valley, into the rocks,

where I know there's
drinking water, there's Springs.

I don't know if there's any food,
though.

That's gonna be the tough part.

Into the land of the coyotes.

Ah, it was a cold night.

I know it's hard to imagine
a place that can be so hot

during the day and cooling
down to be so cold at night.

But a desert is that kind of place.

And I'll tell you, if it
gets any colder than

it did last night, I'll
be waking up to frost.

Well, the good news is that since it is so
cool this morning, it gives me some sort

of more refreshing strength to get up and
pack up my bivy sack and my camera gear

and head into the
hills before it gets too

hot, before that sun
gets too high overhead.

It's time to move on.

It may be only a day's trek into the
mountains and rocky hills, but under the

heat of the sun, it's still enough to tax
my energy reserves significantly.

Especially when you consider how little
food I've had for six days now.

And if I don't find water, it'll all be
for nothing.

I was almost getting ready
to leave and I was trying

to think, okay, how am I
gonna carry the fire now?

I've got no more matches, so how do I get
the fire into where I've gotta go?

So how can I carry this fire?

And then all of a sudden it occurred to
me, hang on a second, I still have,

from when I was on the sailboat,
three of these babies left.

There we go.

Instant fire carrier.

I've got two more of these cigars,
and I'm sure if I just sort of hold them

and let the wind work on them,
with any luck at all, that'll last me

through to, uh, wherever it is I end up
tonight.

And that takes care of the first leg of
the journey.

That's a good idea.

Okay.

I've got the pack full of my camera gear,
the bivy sack on it, uh, I've got clams,

and there's tons of these water bottles
and pop bottles around here in plastic.

So I filled up as much water as I could.

I think I've got another day maybe.

Here we go.

There's something important right now.

There's something bothering me,
just on the bottom side of my foot.

It's always critical in a long
hike to, uh, get rid of any

hot spots or anything that's
gonna bother your feet as you go.

Or it just can wreak havoc later.

And you know the old saying, that's not
the desert that'll stop you.

It's the grain of sand in your shoe.

Days into surviving on a desert island off
the coast of Mexico.

And my search has turned to primarily
finding water.

There was plenty of food to gather on the
ocean coast.

But my trek will take me inland now,
where I hope to find small pockets of

rainwater caught in the smooth rocks of
the desert.

Awesome.

That's the first little score in the
desert here.

These are goji berries.

And definitely edible.

Pay a lot for these back in, uh,
Canada.

Mmm.

Oh yeah, these are excellent.

It's the first real fresh food I've had in
a long time.

I'm gonna take advantage of this.

Eat them all.

All right, now this little plant here
would have been good to have had early on

my week, because it's, uh, it's a healing
plant.

And, uh, a poultice of this, or,
um, if I were to put this in boiling water

and steep it, and just steep it for a long
time.

Uh, even just hot water.

And then put my foot in that, it would have
been extremely healing for my blisters.

It's been nicknamed, uh, governess.

I think I'll scoop some up with me now,
just in case.

Just as I walk, I'm looking for any signs
at all of directional life.

Whether it be ancient human activity,
or, uh, coyotes, or deer, sheep.

And the thing is, the animals know where
the water is.

They gotta drink too.

I might have to weave my way in and around
cactuses and thick bush.

But either way, I'm keeping myself on
course.

I'm heading straight
for a, sort of a very

bright patch of hilltop
in the distance there.

If I just keep my eye on that and keep
going straight forward, all the weaving

and twisting I'm doing won't matter,
and I can just stay straight and on course.

That sun is pretty hot overhead.

I'm not sure how much farther I'll go.

Some places on this planet can consume the
living.

The Arctic, the jungles, and the deserts
rank supreme in this aspect.

I'm gonna take a break.

It's midday in the Mexican heat.

And you can sure feel it.

Oh, I gotta go check on that cigar,
make sure it's still burning.

It's been strapped to my pack.

Whoo!

I was actually close.

It's getting down.

I think I'm gonna transfer.

I think it's gotta be
one of the, uh, most

unique methods of fire
carrying I've ever done.

All right.

Not sure how much farther I gotta go,
but I'm gonna get the next one going.

All right, I had it strapped onto the back
of my pack.

Just sort of tied in a little spot.

Figuring the wind would keep it going.

And it did.

It worked well.

But I think, uh, I don't wanna take any
more chances.

I think, uh, I'll carry it from here on
in.

Well, I've still got fire.

I'm holding onto the
cigar of my fire carrier,

because I'm always
putting it in my mouth.

And I actually think I'm burning it down a
little quicker.

It lasted longer when I just had it sort
of strapped to my pack, believe it or not.

Had it in a place where it wouldn't burn
the pack.

So I think I'll just hold onto it.

And hopefully it'll get me to where I'm
going.

Sun's beating down.

I don't think I'll go too much farther,
though.

I think I'm gonna call this home.

There's a nice big tree here for shade for
the next few hours.

Lots of firewood.

And, uh, my feet are really overheating,
so I'd like to cool them down.

Also, my cigar is starting to get really
low, and I only have one left.

I'm gonna need it to get further in
tomorrow.

So I'll get the fire going.

This will be home for tonight.

Biggest hazard here now is gonna be
scorpions.

Lots of them.

They, uh, mostly hide out in the barks of
the trees.

But they could be under these rocks,
too, so... There's also rattlesnakes.

And here, it's a peculiar kind of...
It's a rattlesnake without a rattle.

Oh, what do we got here?

And spiders.

Black widow spiders is the other concern.

Lots of them here, too.

I don't know what all these spiders are,
but, uh, I'm gonna treat every single one

of them as if it's a brown recluse or a
black widow.

Well, even in the dry, hot
desert, proper preparation

for fire-starting is
still vital to success.

Probably only gonna get
this one chance at a fire, so

I'm gonna take my time
and make sure I get it right.

And I'm just wondering if, uh...

This bandana...
Hey, there we go.



So my bandana's 100% cotton.

That's a really good thing.

Because I'm gonna make use of it.

I'll just use enough so I can still wear
it.

What I wanna do is I wanna...

rough it up, break up the fibers,
so that it's somehow kind of fluffy.

I've looked around the desert here,
and... I'm just not seeing anything fluffy.

Lots of... pointy and...
prickly and stabby things, but...

nothing fluffy.

Yeah, there we go.

Just breaking up these fibers nicely.

So I could pull them apart
with my fingers... if I wanted to.

A lot of vultures flying overhead.

That's not a good sign.

I'll start off with this small piece,
see if I can do it.

Hopefully that'll do the trick.

Just keep all this small stuff right there
and ready.

Shove the cigar in.

Blow.

And I think the beauty of this is,
I might be able to actually blow from the

end of the cigar, from the non-lit end,
to make this work.

Hmm.

It's gonna be tricky.

It's always a matter of striking the right
mixture of breeze or no breeze,

to get the coal to take, and finally,
turn into a flame.

Come on, come on.

Yeah!

Right little shot of wind at the right
time, and poof.

Off she goes.

I got fire.

Courtesy of my brand new patented fire
carrier.

Awesome.

All right.

Now that I've got the fire going,
that's a huge bonus.

Wait out the day, and, uh, most
importantly, start to conserve my energy,

conserve my water
that's in my body, try not to

drink too much, because
I don't have that much.

And if I feel I can stomach it,
I'll eat, uh, some clams tonight.

For now, I gotta wait out the heat of the
day.

Oh!

That's better.

With the fire lit now, I can
save burning up any more

of my cigar and keep it for
more fire carrying tomorrow.

This whole area here is, uh, just rich in
artifacts.

All the clamshells, they're brought here
by humans and eaten.

This is a campsite from the Syri nation.

Who knows how old, hundreds of years,
thousands of years.

Uh, pottery shards everywhere.

There's a piece right there.

Look at that.

It's got, uh, you can still see the burn
on it from the fire hardening.

It's a good sign for
me that people have

survived here before
because I'm surviving here.

And it means that I'm on the right path,
too.

They would have always taken
the path of least resistance,

always camped in areas that
were good for human beings.

It's just what we do.

Rich in history, and rich in artifacts.

Oh, look at that, eh?

You can sure tell a black widow web when
you see it.

It's just kind of gnarly and messy and in
the front of a hole.

Lots of them here.

I can't be certain, but I, uh, I think
that might be a black widow spider.

Um, I don't recognize the red
hourglass markings that you see

in the classic sort of textbook
version, but I'm in Mexico.

That doesn't mean that that's not it.

So, interesting.

It was a gnarly web.

Same sort of body shape and size and with
the strange markings on the back of it.

So, could be.

I'll have to check the textbooks when I
get home.

Assuming I may get home.

I've set up camp in the same
area the Syrian Indians did for

a thousand years on their way
into the mountains for survival.

And in doing so, it'll always leave me
with a sense of awe.

Oh, here we go.

It's dinner time.

That's better than nothing.

Like the Siri before me, I'll sleep out
the night on the flats in company of

coyotes and under the stars of the
ancestors.

Knowing that my quest will take me into
the rocky crags of the mountain desert in

search of any food sources, shelter,
or water that I can find.

that I can find.

You know, being able to follow a trail is
as much intuition as it is common sense.

You just gotta really pay attention.

I've been walking along here.

There's a very, very slight indentation.

It's just a gentle, you know, one-inch
depression here.

Sculpted along this way here.

And that's all I'm following.

Sometimes that's all you need.

Just a little slight recognition of what
looks like a place where people,

where animals would go.

And when that happens, I always sort of
project, well, where would I go?

You know, where would the animals go?

And this trail, whether animal or human,
is definitely a trail.

Now, if you come up here and check this
out, you see, all these branches here,

they're all broken off.

They're broken off all evenly and in line.

And they're all broken and sort of flatten
down on the trail as well.

And it's all leading to where I want to
go.

So that's a good sign.

You see that?

So, pick out the trail.

It's not always easy.

Look, here it gets even better with
trails.

This is really hard to see, I'm sure,
but there's actually a trail that comes up

this way and another one
that comes in that way, forming

a Y or a V, depending on
which way you want to look at it.

And the Y, the stem of the Y, when trails
come together, in the case of animals,

almost always points to water.

And it's because these animals are coming
from throughout different areas and

they're all converging in on the same
spot.

And when I see a Y like that, it's going
in that direction, and I see a pronounced

trail along here, I know I'm still in the
right direction.

It's the way I'm happy.

Even a rocky desert can offer up supplies
along the way.

Supplies that may help me out later.

I'm just grabbing some of this paper bark
here.

You never know.

I've still got the cigar going.

It's working well.

It has my fire bundle.

But when I get there, I don't know what
I'm going to find.

So since I'm seeing
this paper bark here

along the way, it's
prudent to grab some now.

Just so I've got some good light fire
started when I get there.

This looks like a place to take a break in
the shade.

My cigar went out.

So I've got no fire.

Without fire, I could be in the worst case
scenario.

If I do find water, that's one thing.

But if it's stagnant and filthy,
it'll have to be boiled.

I was on the search for water and now find
myself without fire, too.

So I have two survival priorities.

Water and fire.

Without water, I'll dehydrate fast and be
forced to do a march back out to the ocean

coast to try to make
small drinks of fresh

water by using the
water still I left behind.

Well, there's lots of caves.

I can spot them.

All sorts of little caves along here.

Good shelter from the sun.

Don't need it from the rain, but just
further up, there's reeds.

And reeds are a good indication of water.

I don't think I'll go any further.

If there's water here, then here's where
I'm going to stay.

I see this.

Canes like this grow for a reason.

They need more water than the cactus or a
lot of these shrubs around here.

I'm going to check it out.

All right.

This is looking even better now.

Well, actually, this looks pretty sludgy.

It's not really water.

I'm going to want to drink just the way it
is.

But it's promising.

So if this is like this here, then,
uh, I'm going to go up into the canes in

the reeds and just dig and see if I can
get some better, fresher water there.

If not, I've got this, uh, dripping source
here.

It's looking pretty slimy.

I'm going to want to boil this water
first.

Let's go up into the canes themselves,
see what I can find.

This water comes from a very slow-moving,
natural spring within the earth itself.

To drink it, I really should
only take one option,

and that's to boil it
first to k*ll any parasites.

That is, if I can get a fire going.

The good news is that I'd scavenged a
small metal bottle from the beach,

so I at least do have something to boil
water in.

All right.

That's a start.

Well, what have we here?

That is a fig tree.

Fig tree is a softwood.

Let me tell you what softwood is good for.

Fire bulbs.

I'll gather a few sticks to try my hand
and fire by friction.

I do see a cave just over there.

I'm going to go check out that cave.

It looks awesome.

I can get out of the sun, and it's close
to some water.

That sounds like a shelter location to me.

Well, there's sheep poop in there,
but I can clear that out.

Here's my view.

Right.

Let's try this.

This is a shell I actually just brought
from the ocean.

I can put the spindle right up in here,
and I think I'll be able to hold it down.

It'll be my bearing block, basically.

You can see the edge out there.

Now, normally, I always put my baseboard
over top of my tinder bundle, so the

coal's already in the tinder bundle,
and I go for it.

The tradition here in the desert is that
they don't.

They always have a piece, a
little platform thing underneath

that they catch the coal,
and then they transfer it.

I don't like that extra
step, but in honor of my

desert friends, that's
the way I'm gonna do it.

Now, here comes the wind.

This is the problem.

The wind starts
blowing, you pick this up,

and it blows off, and
you've lost your Ember.

Let's give this a shot.

Wish me luck.

Everyone prefers different mixtures of
wood for this.

I happen to prefer using softwood spinning
against softwood.

I like how both grind down
into a hot dust together, rather

than just one piece being hard
and grinding the other one down.

When I first get the smoke, it's not
ready.

That's just my signal to keep spinning,
and not stop until I'm either exhausted,

or I'm sure I have enough hot dust.

Got to come off it real careful.

Here we go.

Transfer?

This is a small Ember the size of the end
of a cigarette.

Drop it, knock it, or
squeeze it too hard, and I risk

destroying it and having
to start all over again.

It takes Patience and skill
to get a fire going without

matches, but once you have
the feel for it, you never lose it.

It's like riding a bike.

A bike that can save your life.

There we go.

Touch and go.

Yeah, that is sweet.

Why is that so exciting?

Because that means purified water now.

And that's how it's done.

Home sweet home.

Fire, water boiling, good protection from
the sun in the heat of the day.

Cave is probably by far, you know,
the best survival shelter you can find.

You come across a cave.

It's just brilliant.

It saves a lot of energy.

And the only thing about the fire in a
cave is I'm keeping my fire just outside.

There's the thing about heating up rocks a
little too quickly.

You know, you get the fractures and the
rocks come down.

And I don't want any of these rocks to
come down on me.

Okay.

Okay.

It boiled.

Mmm.

Wow, that's good.

First of all, it's good just to have
boiled water.

When you're out in a situation like this
you go so long without anything that's ice

cold or anything that's nice and steamy
hot.

So to get boiled water.

in a place like this is a big thing.

But I'll go looking further tomorrow to
see what else I can find.

If there's water here
and there's that much of it

there may be more if I go
further upstream so to speak.

Start to get the dehydration headaches
after a while.

And they're never fun.

I have fire and some water.

But they won't be enough and I'll need to
keep moving to find a better, fresher,

and larger supply of water.

I'm also geographically too far away from
a constant food source.

It would seem somewhere in the middle
might be the best option.

I've brought two of these from the ocean
coast.

And I'm going to sacrifice one right now
to help with my feet.

A plant that I gave the common
name the governess to that

I grabbed while I was on the
trail made it in with me here.

I've still got it.

So now's the time to use it.

It helps to have a good sharp knife.

That's for sure.

This is already nicely bruised from being
in my pocket.

There's a use for a knife I bet you never
saw before.

Potholder.

Oh, yeah.

These blisters on my boots have been...
not my boots, these blisters on my feet.

Yeah, I could use some more food.

When I start talking in incomplete
sentences and not getting my thoughts

together, I know I'm getting pretty
hungry.

These blisters on my feet have been,
uh, pretty bad.

But, uh, the salt and the sand and this
ocean water helped a lot.

Just the same, I can really increase the
healing speed.

So, I'm just going to get it set.

And put my foot in it.

Oh, that's hot.

Wow!

I added hot water to it.

That's really hot on the foot.

I'm going to let that soak for a while.

And, uh, as long as I can, I'll probably
sit here for a good hour or so.

With things finally starting to look up,
I'll combat the boredom of being alone

with some wilderness craftsmanship and try
to make a simple cane flute.

I guess I'm just not a flute maker.

That's much better.

Dinner is served.

Clams again.

But I'm not going to complain.

That's the last of my dinners.

It's the last of my food.

Inasmuch as being out on the ocean coast
is too far from a good source of water,

being here in the mountains is too far
from a constant food source.

The estuary is a day's walk away.

The best place for me to eventually be has
clearly become somewhere in between the

mountain water supply and the coastal food
supply.

Tomorrow, I'll climb the hills a bit in
search of opportunities.

Long ways up.

Just gonna keep climbing and exploring.

See what else I can find.

As long as I can do it carefully.

You don't just scale these things quickly
and snap an ankle or go flying off it.

Cause that turns a straight survival
situation into a real emergency.

Definitely gives me a better lay of the
land.

And there's where I came from.

Way out there.

That's my little cave.

Way, way down there.

I don't know if you can see it, but there's
another big, big pool of water down there.

If this turns out to be good
fresh water I don't need to boil,

then I may have found the
missing piece to this survival puzzle.

A constant supply of fresh water.

As this is enough
water to keep me totally

refreshed and even
fill up my water bottles.

And maybe then head back down to the coast
where I know the food is.

I gotta have a drink.

One of the best ways to get this water out
of here is actually to get one of those

cane reeds and just drink with a straw out
of it.

The reason that I would
drink out of a straw is because

I can actually contaminate
it with my own germs.

So it's best to keep my
human hands and face and lips

and all that out of the
water and let it stay fresh.

I know the green sludge doesn't look good
but this is pretty much rain collection.

It should be fine.

Oh, yeah.

There's a green tinge to it but that's
alright.

That's gonna be good.

Whoo!

This is beautiful.

It's cold.

And it's good.

In spite of the disgusting-looking
green algae in the

water, this rain catch
puddle is quite safe to drink.

The Syri-Indians would
have gathered water from

these little pockets
for hundreds of years.

But I can't stay here.

The food source is a day's walk away.

The water is here.

My place should be back on the flat of the
land.

Straddling between the water and the food.

Moving every day for a few hours to get
what I need.

Without a heavy pack on, it won't be a
problem.

Survival doesn't always mean sitting still
in one place.

Alright, well, I figured out where the
good water is.

And I know where all the food is.

Out in the ocean.

Best place is to be on the flat of the
land.

I mean, that's where the Syri used to
camp.

Right in the middle.

Come up here to get the water.

Go down to the ocean to get your food.

And that's where I'm headed tonight.

I'm gonna camp out on the flat of the
land.

And tomorrow, a rescue boat should be
waiting for me on the beach.

That's survival on Tiburon Island,
Mexico.

Oh, and one more thing.

And this time, I am making the crew come
all the way in here to get this camera.

Throughout history, humans have struggled
to achieve the three basic needs.

Food, water, and shelter.

Today, modern societies
employ trucks, trains, and

planes that bring our basic
needs right to our doorsteps.

But it's not always like that,
even in these modern times.

In survival, victims have
always needed skills and even

intimate knowledge of the
land to keep from perishing.

Out here, you've got to fend and forage
for yourself.

As I've discovered
here in the deserts of

Mexico, food and water
are not always neighbors.

And so shelter must be built in between
the two.

And you've got to
undertake a day's journey to

eat or drink, but not
in the same direction.

The peoples of the land have known this
since the beginning of human existence.

It's a lesson we can't afford to ignore.

Our own survival just may depend on it.