John Wesley Powell's expedition floating down the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon in 1869 was running low on food rations; the storage had flour, smoked bacon, and beans but they were becoming increasingly moldy from the frequent dunking by the large waves and rapids. Every member of the expedition was dreaming about real food with each moldy meal they consumed. Hunting was eluding them and so was fishing. If they spotted a deer or a goat, it disappeared before they got closer to it. One day, one of the expedition's adventurers, Hawkins, was seen carrying the sextant up a hill. Not being known as a scientific mind, Powell asked him what he was doing with the sextant. Hawkins replied, "I am measuring the latitude and longitude of the closest pie."
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