The team, having made it's arrangements, is led off annd up the trail to the cliff above once more. The hot wind from the desert dries throats and eyes as you walk in single file along a narrow path for a time, before descending once more. the path turns suddenly and drops into a steep valley, inside of which the team finds a small brook, hardly more than a trickle, watering a patch of grasses and a few small shrubs. a frog silences at your approach, and your guide instructs you to make your way carefully to a small ring of stones in the middle of the little patch, He situates you all, fusing about placement and arrangement of bodies for a few minutes until you are settled in satisfactorily. He then instructs you to wait until he gives the signal, then turn three full circles in place. before you have the chance to ask what the signal is, he is off, hopping the stream and making his way quickly up the rocks. You do some typical Omega bantering about boobs and bugs while you wait, and there is the inevitable desire to wander off, out of the circle and into the gloom of the little canyon. Just as the most excitable of you is ready to wander away, you hear your guide: "Okay, you can go now!" And your excitable member is pulled in by one of the more stable ones. You each turn in place. On the first tunr, the air feels different - wetter. on the second, the ground beneath your feet fels more lush, springy, and full of life. on the third, you find yourselves in a patch of tall grasses, surrounded by weeds, thorns, bushes, and a smattering of trees. A gentle breeze blows from the southwest, and the sound of birds and crickets fills your ears. As you orient yourselves to your immediate surroundings, another sound makes itself known as well - footsteps and the rustling of a large animal in the bushes. An odd hoot occasionally calls out, sometimes singly, sometimes in pairs, one after the other.