Most of the time we started out from the camp, but on occasion we were transported by Huey and found our way back walking or hitching a ride on local water transportation.	We relied on the locals to get us down and across most of the rivers and canals.
View from a Huey at 3000 ft.	But most of the time we had to walk across the canals. Some of the canals had bridges made of small dia. poles and I became quite good at using these bridges without falling.
Across the canal and up to our knees in mud, leaches and mosquitoes. On one operation I almost stepped on a land mine, my Vietnamese radio man kicked my leg out of the way and saved my life. On another occasion I did step on the mine and only the primer went off (it just fizzled a bit because it had gotten wet). I also was grazed by a bullet that went by my ear and touched the hair on the side of my head.	Hitching a ride back to camp on a local boat was a normal occurrence.