

Before the pasta runs out and we're dead...
We had a couple handfuls of Orzo pasta left before we were completely out of food. I was lost in the deep recesses of Tarahumara country, Las Barrancas del Cobre. The rivers were high, so our planned route was impassable and we'd had to go off trail. We'd made the foolish choice to climb up something we couldn't get back down, and couldn't turn back, so we'd continued on. We'd hiked for 5 days so far, trying to make our way -- somewhere -- or find someone. We'd planned for a