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I still didn't know what had happened - I didn't know where in the river he'd fallen. I didn't know if he had a lot of cuts, some broken bones, a concussion, or worse. He might have been dead. The thought of that final possibility terrified me - imagine not knowing if your best friend, your beloved spouse, a person who is so good that they're like gold to their core, a person who, if they leave this world while young, then the world is not fair and any god that may exist is uncaring, and knowing it was your idea to take the trail up - and not knowing how you are going to get down to find out.

Feeling like you, for deciding to check a little further ahead, should have been the one to go down with that chunk of dirt. I couldn't even cry, but I couldn't stop crying - it was that much of a shock. Obviously, it was a bigger shock from him, but I can only write knowingly about my perspective. After several minutes of what seemed like careful deliberation but was really my adrenalin-fueled lizard brain making decisions for me, I swung carefully over the crumbled ground, hanging on by roots and prayers to a god I don't believe in to make it down to my husband at the bottom of the gorge. Two-thirds of the way down, Emily came back and said two words: She also said "his leg's pretty bad and he's bleeding from the head, but he's talking and conscious and he's alive".

All I really heard was "he's alive" - I didn't remember the rest until later. I took Bigfoot steps through the bit of shallow river to where he was - some river tracers had seen him fall and gotten him out of the deep water. Fortunately, he'd fallen in that one section of river carved out by the waterfall that was so deep that we, when diving down, couldn't reach the bottom. Ten meters straight down, and all I can say is that he was extremely lucky that that's where he landed. Ten meters into any other portion of that river and it could have been much worse. He was sitting on a rock, blood running down the back of his head he patted it to show me that there was no brain coming outback cut up pretty bad, huge gash in his knee.

Emily knows First Aid, so she watched for signs of shock, broken bones, trauma etc. We got him food and water, and I took off with just some money, my phone and sandals down the river to get to an area with reception and call for help. Truth be told, I wanted to be there with my husband in his time of need, but this made sense: I speak Chinese and know the trails and river better, having hiked a few times in this area before. Emily knows First Aid. It was smarter to send me for help and leave her with Brendan. A group of river tracers helped us to the best of their abilities, but went back to their activity when they saw he was basically OK, and probably going to be OK.

Emily tore apart towels with her teeth her teeth! I got to a juncture where I still had no reception but had to take off my river tracing shoes and put on sandals. As I was doing so, a Taiwanese couple came by and I asked them if they had reception - I didn't, but they had China Telecom and did. They helped me call - I thanked them and said I wouldn't mind if they went on their way, but they stayed with me. Sitting, wet and covered in mud and silt, by the bridge, waiting for the EMTs to arrive, while still racing on panic, guilt, worry and adrenalin felt like someone had trapped me in aspic - I couldn't leave, I had to wait for the EMTs - but I couldn't sit still.

Brendan was probably fine, but I still had a curdling stomach which didn't stop me from shoving an entire loaf of bread down my gullet, mind you and a sense of urgency. Five guys showed up - a local lookin' dude in blue and white plastic shoes and faded clothes, a guy in a black EMT shirt with some ropes and a walky-talky, and two men in burgundy shirts with something wilderness-y embroidered on the pockets. One had a pallet and huge Emergency First Aid bag. One wore dress shoes. A dude in sandals and another in dress shoes? I tried to implore them to just go through the damn river already, my husband is hurt and you need to go NOW. I was perhaps a little more hysterical sounding than I should have been.

The younger of the two burgundy shirts said he understood my worry, but Sandal Guy was an experienced mountain guide in these parts, and carrying my husband back through the river was more dangerous than a trail. If a trail could be cut, they'd try that instead. We were just there! One of them said in Chinese "I know, this is your husband and you are really worried, but trust us, we know what we are doing and we'll get him out. I should have shut my mouth, or shoveled in some more raisin bread - the EMTs clearly knew what they were doing and the mountain guide got them down through a trail they cut themselves.

I waited at the top - I'd be more trouble than I was worth at this point, and I finally realized this and stayed out of the way - while they descended to the river below with ropes, pullies, the pallet and the aid kid.

Wanting to suck in yilan later, they carried, dragged and prodded my husband up the "trail" from where he was sitting in the river. At first I was horrified that they'd make him walk in that Wife fucked in sisimiut - we called in the first place because he couldn't walk and was feeling faint - but also contrite, so I waited to ask Emily why they'd decided to pull him up - at times making him walk by basically forcing him along and shouting at him in Taiwanese Wanting to suck in yilan rather than put him on a stretcher.

Apparently they'd examined him, bandaged him, and saw injuries that would require stitches but no head trauma and likely no broken bones, and decided it would be smarter to get him up partly on his own two feet well, his own one foot and put him on a stretcher on the trail rather than have men haul him up on something not designed to be hauled in that way. Brendan had been sitting in the river - cold, flowing water - for almost an hour by then and was shivering. The cold water certainly helped keep swelling down, but there was a risk of infection that the emergency room doctor later warned us about. His shirt was ruined, and his spare soaked, so Emily put him in my spare t-shirt, which obviously looked ridiculous on him, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

A strange omen of things to come? A few things amazed me about this part of the ordeal. First, what a strong person Brendan is. I mean, I knew that, but Emily remarked later how amazed she was that Brendan sat there bleeding profusely for almost an hour and didn't complain or freak out. That, while in obvious pain, he made it up the mountain with those guys shouting at him in Taiwanese. He didn't understand them, but when it was clear he needed to move, pain or no pain, he moved. He stayed in good humor even as they got him to the main trail and put him on a stretcher. Second, that mountain rescue came quickly and was free of charge - we paid the emergency room fees later on, but the actual rescue and ambulance didn't incur extra expense.

It was as good as I'd imagine mountain rescue to be in any Western country. I would absolutely, if I were caught in an emergency in the mountains, trust these guys with my life. Dress shoes or no. I don't really know how it works - whether they're on call and in uniform at certain times or just always on call, but they got there in 20 minutes - on a trail that's not that well-known yet many people in Jiaoxi have never heard of it. Third, the disparity between the locals who helped me so much, and the group of river tracers later on the group that was there when Brendan fell did their best to help us out.

As they were trying to figure out how to get to Brendan, a group of them was returning down the trail with all sorts of equipment. The mountain rescue guys asked if they'd stick around and help if necessary, and they said no. They were within their rights to do that, but I was surprised. I guess I would have stuck around. I have noticed when enjoying Taiwan's great outdoors and how great it is! They'll chat with you, help you out, share snacks with you and I do share with themeven give you a ride. Really good stay given the amount of relaxation due from all the traveling. It felt good to do nothing and soak in a hot tub of natural mineral rich water that was also odorless.

None of that sulfurous stank you can safely pass gas in. This smelled of hot bath and lazy slumber. And for going out, we actually headed to Loudong, a town one stop south of Yilan. This place was notorious for their night market, which we tried and I loved. But this was also where we decided to rent a car to check local attractions.

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First was the Rabbit Pencil Factory. Not much of a museum, but the gift shop did carry some unique looking pencils. Wantong had to buy some for some creative friends back home. Within fifteen minutes we were off to the National Center for Traditional Arts. This place was a cleaned up artificial looking old town and a major tourist trap to suck the bills out of your wallet. Just to summarize, you have to pay for parking and pay for entrance. And by the way, no pictures inside please. Well, if capitalism has gotten you down, no fret. Sit down at the old town Starbucks and grab a lunch box from


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