It was a day
of foolishness. We’d packed most of our
belongings, and Pam and I sat enjoying a final cup of coffee, soaking in the
view of Mount Lyell and trying to ready ourselves for the slog over Donahue,
when Kai yelled. “I lost my
camera.” His eyes swelled with tears.
We’d given
the boys each a camera the night before our trip, and you’ve never seen a kid
so proud to own something as Kai was to have his very own camera. He’d carried it every day, taking pictures of
all the little things that perked his interest.
He spent hours talking about it.
“Can you believe my camera takes videos too? Can you believe I can take color pictures and
black and white pictures? Look at this
frog picture. Isn’t this the coolest
camera ever?”
Pam and I
swallowed the last of our coffee and went to crouch with him beside his
pack. We dug through everything, but he
was right. There was no camera.
“I bet you
set it down where we took our last rest break yesterday,” I said. He looked so crushed. “I’ll go back and look for it.”
I wanted to
find the camera for him. He’d loved it
and I wanted him to have it for the rest of our journey. But I felt impatient too. We’d stopped a few miles short of our goal
the afternoon before, and we’d already had a leisurely morning. Now, we had to get over the pass and put
miles behind us if we wanted to reach our next resupply before running out of
food. “You guys start hiking. I’ll catch up.”
I took off
all in a rush, without pausing to grab water or food, without stopping to
assess whether or not Pam had enough water in her pack to last her and the
boys, without reflecting on the fact that all I’d had to drink since waking up
was coffee.
I jogged a
couple miles back down the trail to the place we’d taken our last water break
the day before, my eyes darting along the trail edges the whole way. But when I reached that spot there was no
camera to be seen.
“Darn.” For some reason I’d been so sure it would be
there. I stood for a minute wondering
what to do. Then I shook my head and
jogged further down the trail. The
camera had to be where we’d eaten lunch.
I wanted Kai to have it.
But when I
got to our lunch spot it wasn’t there either.
The morning had grown hot. I’d
dropped almost a thousand feet in elevation already, and I was starting to feel
thirsty. I stood in the shade for a
minute and swallowed my own spit to wet my throat. Then I jogged further down the trail. Kai’s camera had to be somewhere down
there. I ran all the way back to the
campsite we’d used two nights earlier, but there was no camera. I looked everywhere.
It was
hot. I looked back the way I’d come, the
dusty switchbacks of Donahue Pass laughing at me in the late morning sun. I was sweaty and thirsty, and I had to climb
several miles and at least a thousand feet just to get back to my pack and the
water bottles I’d left in it.
“Sorry,
Kai,” I muttered. Then I started jogging
again, this time up… and up… and up.
I kept my
eyes darting side to side along the trail, but there was no sign of the
camera. It was gone.
By the time
I reached my pack my throat was so dry I could hardly swallow. I flopped down and yanked out a water bottle
and chugged. I dug out a Clif Bar and
scarfed it. Then I heaved my pack onto
my shoulders and set out to catch Pam and the boys. I’d taken so much longer than I’d planned to,
and I hoped they’d been able to make it several miles.
My body felt
exhausted and the weight of my pack was awful, but somehow I found the energy
to hustle up the switchbacks towards the summit of Donahue Pass. It was a beautiful hike actually, all above
treeline, ridges and peaks towering beside me like a giant saw blade, patches
of ice and snow clinging to the northern slopes. I passed several small, emerald-colored ponds
tucked into glacial cirques. Marmots
poked out of the rocks and watched me pass.
After
cresting the pass and starting down the eastern slope, I stopped at a trickling
creek to filter water and drink. Before
lugging my pack back onto my shoulders I peed, and it came out a brilliant red
color in the sunlight.
“Come on,” I
muttered. I stood there feeling rubbery
in my knees. I was bleeding somewhere
inside. It looked like quite a bit. But what did that mean?
I made
myself chug another full bottle of water and refilled it before setting off
again.
I found Pam
and the boys a short distance downhill, the boys stripped down and playing in a
small stream. I was happy to see
them. I really was, but I looked at Pam
and said, “Why didn’t you guys go further?”
It was just that we were falling so far behind schedule. It was midafternoon and we still had to make
it several miles. We would run out of
food if we kept dilly-dallying every day.
“We ran out
of water. You have the filter and all
the lunch food in your pack.” She met my
eyes with a don’t-mess-with-me stare.
I grabbed
her empty containers and started filtering water. “Man, I…
I just wish you would have kept going.
I would have caught up to you with water and food.” I said it as if I had it all under control. As if I’d had a plan. As if dehydration was some silly myth and I
hadn’t just peed a scarlet stream of blood.
Pam grabbed
one of the water bottles I’d filled, picked up her pack and took off. I stood there quietly for a moment then
filled the rest of the empty water bottles before telling the boys to put on
their boots and shoving a snack bar at them.
“Drink as much of this as you can too,” I said, handing them a water
bottle. “Then let’s try to catch
Mom.” I felt bad. She’d actually made a smart decision. She’d kept the boys happy all afternoon.
But we
didn’t catch Pam for almost three miles.
We made our way across a high meadow that seemed to come right out of
Tolkien’s imagination—an expanse of knolls and stunted trees, pocked everywhere
by tiny ponds and sprightly streams. And
beyond that, in every direction, peaks and ridges jutted into the sky like a
thousand mythical fortresses, flanked by ice and granite.
We finally
caught her late in the afternoon, at a stream crossing about a mile shy of
Island Pass. I took off my pack and gave
her a hug, which she didn’t really reciprocate.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” I offered.
“You didn’t do anything. You were
being smart. I was just stressed about
falling behind and running out of food.
But I shouldn’t have said anything.
I should have given you the water filter before running off this
morning.”
She nodded
and hugged me back a little.
We shared
some water and a small snack before pushing on little further and camping
beside a small pond atop Island Pass. It
was a striking spot with rugged views of Mount Davis and its snowfields. As the sun set, Pam and I hurried to make
camp and cook dinner. Noah read quietly
on a rock above the pond, and Kai immediately took off his boots and waded into
the mud to find frogs.
As Pam
unloaded her pack she caught my eye.
Then she held up a small black case and smiled a little. It was Kai’s camera. Somehow it had ended up in the bottom of her
pack. We chuckled, and I shook my
head. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“You too,”
she said.
We ate
dinner together in the gathering dusk then brushed our teeth, secured the bear
canisters and got ready for bed. It was
dark by then, and I grabbed my headlamp and walked off a ways. I shined my light down as I peed, and my legs
turned rubbery again. It was red. I was still peeing blood.
“Come on,” I
muttered again. Before getting in the
tent I drank another liter of water.
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