* * * * * On days that we were required to “standby” at “Silverbow,” the Air Force put us up at the “Mancamp.” Usually we’d arrive between 7:30 and 8:A.M. at “Silverbow,” and while the captain and I secured the 737, the two flight attendants would sign out a beat up Air Force station wagon from dispatch. Since it was winter and bitterly cold, we all wore our topcoats, and it was a real treat to climb in the backseat of the wagon that the girls had already warmed up for us. The “Mancamp.” One of the girls would then chauffer us to the “Mancamp,” which lay six miles north of the airfield. On the way we’d come across the occasional, minimal herd of wild mustangs or burros. Being in the bottom of the Cactus Flat Valley, we w...