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There are a lot of things that can be associated with the sound “crunch”. Perhaps you’ve just bitten in to a toasted bagel smothered in cream cheese. Maybe it’s the sound a potato chip makes as you crack it in half in your hand. Taking a first step on new fallen snow.

It’s also the sound my leg made as I hit the ground at the bottom of the canyon.

The pain was searing, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at it, afraid of what I would find. I tried to do a survey of the rest of my body while blocking out the pain from my leg. Eventually I managed to do it, and found nothing else wrong. Great, now I can lay here in perfect health and die because I can’t move. Or the predators will get me. Damn predators.

Time to look at my leg. OK, not so bad. Not bleeding. Definitely shouldn’t be bent at that angle, but otherwise it’s OK. Now, how do I get out of here?