The wet, exhausted analog astronauts weaved about as they walked, clearly fumbling with straps and buckles as they loosened the gear from their all-terrain vehicles. Ella Carlsson and I peered out the kitchen window, reporting to Peter Lee what we were seeing. We had established radio contact with the away team about 30 minutes earlier, after eight hours with no word from them. Those eight hours had been excruciating for those of us who were left behind, wondering what was happening, whether the team was safe, whether they had achieved our goal of reaching the coast.