Aron is the guy who cut off his own arm to survive being trapped in a canyon by a boulder.
His full story is on Outside Online.
This part is just something I never would have considered.
3:35 P.M.
I have to urinate.
Save it, Aron. Pee into your CamelBak. You’re going to need it.
6:30 P.M.
A subtle stirring tells me it’s time to pray. I haven’t tried that yet. I close my left hand in a loose fist, shut my eyes, and lower my forehead onto my hand.“God, I am praying to you for guidance. I’m trapped here in Blue John Canyon?you probably know that?and I don’t know what I am supposed to do. Please show me a sign.”
I slowly tilt my forehead back until I’m looking up through the pale twilight. Nothing. What was I expecting? A swirl in the clouds? A petroglyph showing a man with a knife? I start again.
“OK, God, since you’re apparently busy … Devil, if you’re listening, I need some help here. I’ll trade you my arm, my soul, whatever you want. Just get me out of here.”
If given that choice…I would have dehydrated. The line draws at drinking my pee. Easy fo rme to say, I know.
I admire his spirit, though. He’s a survivor.
