I wonder if they’ll be donning pith helmets and khaki jackets and .458 elephant guns when they cross the frontier into the Great Unknown?
Will they have a train of breech cloth clad sweaty native bearers to carry the steamer trunks full of trinkets necessary to trade with the unknown, primitive tribes they will encounter?
Can they hold out all the way to the I-5 without a latte or mom jeans?
We must wish them godspeed in this dangerous, unprecedented adventure.
When they get to Odessa I wish a couple of those reporters would go out to a drilling rig and work a couple of days and see what real men are.
Put them in “worm corner” with backup tongs on a 15000 foot round trip in and out of the hole. Then they will know what real work is and what real men do! You could even let them “throw chain” but they would probably lose a finger or two.