Heh . . .
T’was a mere witticism, born of mine own night forays through Panamanian wildernesses, with naught but my trusty compasses and local charts to shepherd me and my crew, ER. Blazing under a double canopy, star-ranging required numerous slipping climbs to great, unsteady heights. Better, safer to remain earthbound.
Ah, for my blessed lensatic, divided 360 times (degrees), and my amazing M2, sliced 6400 ways (mils), my radioactive companions, which saw us through so much...