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Finally, hiding in the "shade" of a few chamise bushes, I get enough of a signal to make a call on my cell phone

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I call in to change my outgoing message so that callers know where I am, and I send a text message to the boy.

I'm burning up in the hot sun, feeling a bit nauseous and out of breath, so my new outgoing phone message sounds like I'm on the verge of death! Maybe I am. My drinking water is hot to drink and my bike is hot to touch.

This is my first phone reception in several days, so I hope nobody is worried about my temporary disappearance.

Worst of all, my profuse sweating is making my sunscreen run off my face in the most unsightly fashion!