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When the furmily was reunited, we started back down the trail. Happy seemed to be slowing down. My Sweetpea commented that she would probably get a second wind if she saw a deer she wanted to chase. We had just reached the scree field, where the trail is cut into the side of the mountain. An adorable pika popped up from the rocks and let out a loud squeak. That was all Happy needed. Second wind had arrived and she took off after the pika. Her bumbling feet started sliding down the loose rocks. Then, she started tumbling down - rolling on her side as she bounced off the rocks for 50 to 100 feet down the mountain.
|The last picture I took, as we reached the scree field|
With the combination of wet trail, poor bandaging, and hurting feet, we didn't make it very far. We tried to make a sling out of our rain pants to assist Happy, but the trail wasn't really wide enough to make that work. She laid down on the trail and rolled onto her back, signaling that she was done. Out of options and still 2 1/2 miles and 1500' of elevation from the parking lot, there was only one solution. We took turns carrying her 70 pounds of dead weight on our shoulders.
Three days later, Happy (thought she) was ready to hike again. I think she recovered faster than Sweetpea and I did.