“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
Just being on top of the horse returned my feeling of power. Getting me out of the saddle with anything less than a gun was going to be impossible at that point. My plan was to head for the urtuu, and if I found no one from the race present, I would keep going through the night until morning, when hopefully the crew would find me or I’d spot another competitor.
At least forty minutes had elapsed since I had activated the help button on my GPS tracker. We were told during the pre-race orientation that help would arrive shortly after we called for it, but I had seen no one except for Dirtbike and his friend. I knew I was close enough to the race route that I should have been easy to locate.
