The next morning, I awoke, unrested, to a chorus of noise - birds, monkeys and insects all coordinating in a jungle symphony alarm clock. After checking my shoes, the floor, and every article of clothing for anything that could kill or maim me, I made my way back to the long, wooden table.
But I was by myself. I had to make all of the decisions. I was in a crazy ass storm. It felt safer to stay put. I imagined that if I packed up and tried to head home I might’ve gotten lost somehow or tripped and slid down the steep slope next to part of the trail. No, being alone, it was better to stay where I was until the sun came up.