8: The Lone Hiker

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The next morning, I don"t wake up to growling. It was just the sound of silence. I get up and pack my stuff. My mind is blank currently. As I stuff the radio into the backpack, I think of how much distance I have to cover to get to the base camp. I shrug it off, I been farther. Then I remember when I went to Mount Everest and went to the summit. "Oh yeah. How did I not remember that." I also think about the time I skied down Mauna Kea in Hawaii. That was so fun and exciting, that I came the year after, when the snow cap was back. After thinking about all my mountain adventures, I come back into reality. I still have stuff to put away. After putting away all the stuff, I only leave the hole. It will recover itself. After feeling proud of surviving two nights in the mountains, I hear a bear. I turn around and I see a Himalayan black bear standing on it's hind feet. "I knew it was too silent." I was going to run, but stay calm, and walk away. I learned that in nature survival class in college. It was an opitional class during senior year. As I walk away quietly, I mumble to myself "Phew" and walk farther away. I think about my situation and think about The Lone Ranger. Then I think," I am not the lone ranger. I am the lone survivor. " I keep walking and after a few hours, I fall. I need a rest. After a nap of about an afternoon. I wake up to a howl. The howl though, is muffled. I locate the source and dig around the snow where I located. It takes a while until I find what is making the howl. What is in the spot surprises me, as in the spot is a wolf.

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