God, I m thirsty. Other than that, I have no energy to think about anything. All I can do is be here now, just like the rocks and the cactii. Things are tinged with unreality, as if I ve just come out of a dream. Beside it is a water faucet, which I turn.
Nothing comes out.
The sun just won t let up. He s been saying this for an hour. My shoulders and neck are in searing pain from my pack. We re stopping every 100 steps to rest, and the sun is rapidly falling. We re not going to make it.