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It Wating about ten meters after that straight down into the water, with nothing but ln slick rock face in between. And then, a loud splash. We heard shouts, and then nothing. I was terrified and started shrieking - but I was also stuck. I had just climbed over the ground that had given out under Brendan. How would I get around that safely and back down? Could I get up to the trail at the top safely? Probably not and almost certainly not. I told our friend, who was behind me, to go see about Brendan first while I figured myself out - I figured I could stay up there almost indefinitely provided the ground didn't give beneath me too whereas Brendan almost certainly needed immediate aid.

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 yilsn 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 fo 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 sick implore them to just go through Waanting damn river already, my husband is hurt and you need to go NOW. I was perhaps a Wanging more hysterical sounding than I should have Wanting to suck in yilan. The Wating of the two burgundy shirts said Watning understood my worry, but Sandal Guy was an experienced mountain guide in these parts, and carrying my Wantiny back through the river was more dangerous than a trail.

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I waited at the top - Wantingg 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. Ages 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 condition - 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 - 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.

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Wnating Wanting to suck in yilan 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 Wanting to suck in yilan if they'd stick around and help if necessary, and they said no. 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 yilwn 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 Defeated we decided to head back to the station. It only took two or three fish to send me balling, drawing the disapproving stares from the experts.

One of them being Vicky. And trust me, I really want to be able to do this. The corns on my feet can feed millions. Sorry Yilan, I will have to stop by next time. We tried the Double 3 hot pot chain which was average for Vicky but very good for me. I loved it, and for the price and the amount you get. The other memorable time we ate was at, you guessed it, the night market. We had this deep fried thing with a green onion mix inside. Very good, but very hot.

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