Part III of a serial The old poet was bloody, but he was able to be who he is. He laid down on the bench with a tee-shirt compressed on his head as we waited for the first response. The biggest loss what that the old poet did not get to soak in the pool - he sat quietly waiting with what was likely a monster headache. About an hour later a 3-man team from the Diamond Lake Ranger District of the Forest Service arrived with medical gear.
The wrapping of bandages helped stop the bleeding, and the discussion came as to how to move the poet down the hill. A concussion and some upper spine soreness suggested that pack and carry would not work. The three paramedics were next to arrive. A national guard helicopter was considered, but the injuries were not life-threatening. A local search and rescue team with a carrier for bracing and transporting people were on their way to the scene. They added a neck brace and we continued waiting to depart.
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