Issue 178: Vegas
"As I lay in my bag I heard Shawn say, “Hey, get up, the sheep are right there.” A slight pull on the tent zipper and the door fell open to a magnificent sight, Vegas and his band a half mile across the valley. We got dressed quickly, grabbed our bags and gear and shucked into the trees along the river. The river was rushing through a tight gap and as I jumped, I slipped and my knee struck the sharp edge of a rock and I crashed on the opposite side of the river with a crunch. My knee began to swell but the sheep were there, the pain would have to wait."