Day ???

A broken ankle. Making it impossible to walk.
Three cracked ribs. Making it impossible to breathe.
Hand nearly cut off from my arm. Making it impossible to hold anything.
A bruised skull. Making it impossible to think.

No wonder I have amnesia.
The doctors are amazed I'm even alive.
I'm amazed I'm alive. In all rights, the fall off the mountain should have killed me. I did climb a pretty steep cliff after all. A fall off that should have ended in a kersplat. But I survived with minimal injuries. Alone. How am I alive?

I mean. I was a month away from anyone. No cell phone. No way of contacting anyone. Nobody else was out there. My car was the only car in the lot. Injured as I was, I couldn't have covered the same trail at the same pace. I should have been slowed. Yet, somehow, I was discovered in a river, about a week ago. Nearly 200 miles from where'd I'd fallen. Two HUNDRED MILES! In a river I'd never even heard of before. Why would I go in the completely wrong direction? Even injured I should have known to go towards the setting sun. I climbed towards the rising sun, therefore I must go towards the setting sun to find my car and get back to civilization. Why did I not go back to my car?

I don't know.
I can't remember anything.
I reached the top of the mountain.
Took out my camera. Took a picture.
Heard a sound.
Turned.
Slipped.
And I remember falling, hitting rocks.
But after that.
Nothing.

I can't get it out of my head. Those final moments before my fall off the top.

There has to be a clue. Somewhere. In those pictures that I took before my camera got smashed.
Yet I see nothing.

Nothing.

How come I can't remember anything afterwards? Why can't I remember anything? Trying to survive, that should be memorable. Falling into a river that should be memorable. Being in a coma for who knows how long, understandably not memorable, but I remember waking up from that coma in the hospital. Anything between the fall and the hospital. No.

Nothing. Nothing what so ever.

They searched the river, looking for clues. That's how they found my camera. But a storm washed away any other evidence of my passing. They don't know where I entered the river, or even when. How long did I float downstream? How did I keep afloat? How did I survive?

I don't know....

~L