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I had taken a picture of my face, which is actually the first time I had seen my face. And it was horrible. There was about a quarter of my face just right around my right eye was the only thing unaffected. My eye was just swollen shut with cuts around it. Bruises, cut down my cheek. My nose was just covered in blood. And I sent that picture to my family, and I know it wouldn’t send until I actually got signal, and I told them, hey, I’ve been in an accident. It’s pretty bad. You probably won’t see me for another few hours. I’m seriously injured, but I think I’ll live. When sending the texts, I just wanted to make sure that they knew what had happened to me. I obviously sent the picture, told them I love them. And I was a little bit afraid, to be honest, I was stuck in a canyon. You’re injured. You can barely move. Barely see. But I knew that if I gave into that fear that it was just going to get worse from there. So I just had to stay strong and keep moving forward.

I sent them a second one. “By the time you’re seeing this, I’m probably already in a helicopter,” because there was no way of getting me out otherwise. I put my phone back away and kind of just laid there. I couldn’t even think of this going sideways and me dying. Just that wasn’t an option.

Earlier in the year, my dad had a heart attack. And it was pretty serious. My uncle had died about a month before I went on this hike, and this is mixed in with family and friends’ deaths throughout the year. And I just couldn’t do that. I couldn’t, I couldn’t do that to my parents. Just give up.

I had found an emergency whistle in my pack. So I had laid down about every five to 10 minutes I’d blow it as loud as I could hoping that somebody, maybe if there’s a nearby hike or anything, that somebody could hear it. And I sat there doing that for hours.

I just had to keep my mind occupied. Thinking, all right, I’ve got this many hours. I told my brother the next morning. So by noon, one o’clock, if he doesn’t see me, he’s going to start calling 911, because he knows that I’m like, I’m always on time. Counting down the hours and just switching from the shade to the water and back, crawling all over, scooping up more water laying back down on the towel and the hiking pillow, which, at that point, it was covered in blood.

Now I had fallen about eight o’clock in the morning on the first day, and about eight o’clock the next day, I started hearing some rocks move and I looked over to my right and there was hikers.

Eric & Gayle Glomski: I thought I heard somebody, but wasn’t sure.

Host: [00:19:50] Here is Gayle Glomski.

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