Where is this man? A small ditch within the larger, of course.

Stoking the afterglow with the experience of others.

I was on the lookout for hallucinations and constantly checked my mental processes (if such a thing is possible) by doing integrals in my head. But I didn’t realize how subtle hallucinations could be. Eager to spy other people on the trail, particularly Chris and Michael waiting for me, I kept seeing people down in the creek washing their faces. Since I’d been doing exactly that, it didn’t seem as implausible as seeing purple moose or flying monkeys or something like that. But it was a rock, or a bush, never another person. Whoa!

I actually passed these guys on this hike, back in the pre-KTR zone. I even gave one of the author’s group back their lost headlamp! I presume that, in the haze of a burly day, such trivialities are forgotten.

And doing integrals? Damn engineers.