The ongoing saga of the hurty-back trip. Well that is what I called it. Looking at the photos one would think it was a outstanding adventure of a lifetime in Paria Canyon.
I did not sleep after the long haul into the canyon. Well maybe I did but not much. I needed to be turned like a fried egg on a skillet. And Mo just wanted her sleep. I didn’t blame her. She hauled all our shit into the canyon last night. At one point that night I almost suffocated because upon attempting a spin around and then getting paralyzed in pain I found myself face against the side of the tent without arms. I could’t move. I stuck my tongue out to keep the tent wall away from my airway. And to keep breathing.
Upon waking I took no time crawling to the stove to make coffee. With fresh bean juice in my system and a handful of fish oil I could stand. We explored camp as the sun finally beamed down into the canyon and warmed our spirits. And I forgot all the pain. Wow! It was a outstanding adventure of a lifetime in Paria Canyon.