I began a 11.5 mile overnight hike by forgetting my fly rod...duh...Left my overnIght pack, which I approximate at 40-50 pounds and jogged 5 miles to the car and back. Continued with little problem, stopping for water at many opportunities. Not much vert gain on this trail at all. Really a joy. But even though the temp wasn't more than low 80's, the Sun was very strong. Altitude is only in the low 6,000 ft range. Nothing better than warm huckleberries straight from the trail.
Last two miles became a bit more taxing. Probably should have stopped more frequently for water, which was all over. But I had that need to get there vibe.
Got to the lake and my legs were toast. But after some food and a swim, I felt in reasonably good shape. Did some fishing. More swimming. Some more food. Probably not enough water!!
Then I made the mistake of venturing up the trail past my camp, which quickly was not maintained. Ended up in the bush. Know better, so told my friend I was heading back to camp. Took longer to get to camp that I would have expected. Could tell I was already slightly disoriented.
Arrived at camp. Drank. A lot. Ate. Swam. Then just got plowed. Semi-conscious in a flash. Friend thinks I've had a real stroke!
We rest but friend is so concerned we make the majority of the hike back at night. Ugh. Flag a boat around noon to cut off 4 miles.
I end up comatose but Thank God pull out right away with a bunch of IV fluid.
MRI fine. CAT scan fine. No renal damage. No liver damage.
Sorry for the book but it scared the bejesus out of me.