Chapter 9
Fortunately, I didn't have a concussion. Unfortunately, the fall had kind of destroyed my sleeping bag. The thick bundle had cushioned my fall and taken the sharp edge of a rock that could have been my skull. Richard freaked out all over again when he realized that, but I told him we should live in the present and just be grateful to be alive. The adrenaline was still pumping in me by that time, and I wondered about the best way to put it to use.
We were making camp on the edge of a lake just an hour or so before sundown. In keeping with our general luck, clouds on the horizon crept steadily toward us. Richard, however, was unconcerned. "We haven't had a good, steady rain up here for years," he said. "If anything it'll spit on us for a bit and then pass on."
He inspected my to
