I was so exhausted last night that I quite literally stumbled my way back into camp. Even hiking down today was tiring, so I’m convinced I had a touch of the flu — in addition to fatigue my appetite disappeared and I carried out nearly all of the food that I’d taken in. Still, it was an amazing weekend — a group of thirteen deer gathered to see me off this morning, and after a brief excursion through the White Chief mine I was back at the trailhead and heading home. Saw another black bear while driving out, but otherwise it was a fairly uneventful drive home. Pictures will go up some time in the next few months after I’ve had a chance to finish the roll.
Oddly enough, in the moments where I wasn’t completely overcome by the beauty and peacefulness of the High Sierras, there were two thoughts that kept coming back into my head. The first was about that Claymation Christmas Special with Rudolf and the elf who wanted to be a dentist. The second was about how cool it would be to be a contestant on the show Survivor. I’m somewhat afraid that this is a sign that something in my brain has broken.