In my haste to leave the house, I had managed to forget any sort of jacket or coat. I was an hour up the trail before I really regretted the lapse in common sense. Everything around me was sharper and clearer than I recalled. I was still three hours away from my destination, and it began to grow dark.
I was yearning for the voice of another human, but I knew it was a vain hope. The waning light threw horrible dark shadows on everything. An inconceivable amount of cold seemed to penetrate my very soul. Terror began to overwhelm me as the wind blowing through the canyon emitted a tortured and miserable wail. Just before I was about to submit to the canyon’s call for my death, I heard a voice.
It was hardly discernible from the noise of the wind, but I looked around wildly, searching for the source. At last I noticed the silhouette of a man In the path ahead! Ecstatic, I rushed towards him. It was a man, well worn with years. He was leaned forward against the wind, stepping resolutely towards where I came. I rushed to him. I do not remember any further. Next, I was climbing into my vehicle-- alone.