We pull into Crane Flat, Mike reports the accident. I return to the snooze. The incessant rain is a dreary homecoming after my two-month absence. Brodesky feels ripped off. Just another beautiful day in Patagonia.
Tomorrow is another day.
As the evening gloom deepens, we retreat to the Curry Village Pizzeria and down our sorrows with cholesterepperoni. Headlamps out, I totter my walker ahead of me behind Michael as the sky sprinklers shut down. Ya pays for yer ticket and ya takes yer chances. Presently Bro and I bivy at the Astroman base at 9 pm. We slip into the sacks, sinking snoozeward, alarm set for some ungodly hour.