“Honey, I need you to open your eyes,” the PA said.

“Can’t… spinning…” I gasped. Gasping was the only way I could communicate at the moment.

“But I really need you to. Just for a second.”

I did my very best, but my eyes were twitching around in their sockets, refusing to stay still for even a second. I tried to toss cookies I’d run out of long, long ago. … More Seven Days on the Appalachian Trail, Day 8: the thing the happened after