When I was 22 years ago I took a road trip from Orange County, California, to Las Vegas. Along the way I got caught in the awe that is known as the East Mojave Desert; I never got to Las Vegas on that trip--- around Death Valley I stopped my pickup on the side of the highway, picked a point far across the desert to walk towards, and I set out on foot without proper boots, no hat, and no water.... and I kept walking for the rest of the day, the entire night, another day, and another night. Eventually I turned around and found my way back to the highway, tennis shoes in tatters and more dead than alive--- and I was happy to have had the experience.
Since that time I have learned all that I can about the East Mojave: the biology, the geology, and the history (pre-written, military, and contemporary). My passionate love affair with the desert is unrequited, since it has tried to kill me a few times (never with malice), and I keep returning to the desert every chance I get.
My work history: machine shops running a drill press and turret lathe; a city garbage collector; an electrical assembler building wire harnesses for medical diagnostic machines; wafer fabrication in a clean room; AS400 IBM computer operator and programmer; Visual BASIC Microsoft Windows programmer; able bodied sea man; boat delivery crew; gold prospector and miner; and cattle ranch hand.
I do not kill people for a living.