Finally, I drove back up on 89 to FS 776, took the dirt road in about a mile and set up camp for the first time in months. The crunch of the black volcanic stand is almost as loud as my racing heart. It’s hard to get sleep at 7000 ft.
Having met my quota for falling, I promptly turned around, relieved, and headed back down the trail to my car. I waved at one of the hikers I had seen earlier, whom I had parked next to, and ran back down towards the Arizona trail.