Speaking of hallucinations!! I was doing the
Big Horn in 1987 (I think!!) with Rushcreek Noel. That year we did the
deserty part last, and because I had some altitude problems (I live on the shore
of Lake Erie!!) I had done the mountains and canyons really slow and then Noel
started acting pretty down, so I was off walking through the dark, alone across
the desert - very eerie and surreal!! I knew my then boyfriend, Brian
Weaver, had finished hours ago in second place and all I wanted to do was
sleep! I swear I heard him calling me, and I even tried to answer, but
then no one would answer back.
HOURS later, I came to a road and into a street
light and there was Brian asleep in the truck, waiting for me. He said he
HAD called out in the desert for me, but I had to have been too far away to hear
him. Very odd. He took my saddle off as we thought it may have been
bothering Noel, and I cantered the rest of the way bareback in on what felt like
a fresh horse. Took 22 hours, I think.
