What I Carry and Why: EDC or Everyday Carry Gear

So, I'm going to start working on a three part series on the gear I carry in varying situations. I decided to start with my everyday "kicking around town in fair weather" load, frankly because it involves the least amount of photography. The next three installments will be on my day hiking pack, my SAR pack, and backpacking pack, all of which involve a LOT more stuff, and thus more camera time.

The Last Trail

Essay for my Fiction Writing class this term, first draft. Have a gander.

The Last Trail

Justin felt his knees buckle, and knew he was going down. As he fell, he tried to keep Dakota’s head from striking the ground. He couldn’t see well enough any longer to tell how successful he’d been. He lay in the hot ash that looked like snow for a long moment, and then rolled far enough to vomit without choking.

He weakly spat out the residual vomit, and tried to rise to his knees. Finding he didn’t even have the strength for that, he rolled over to check on his friend. She hadn’t stirred. He weakly shook her shoulder, gasping, “Dakota, are you OK?”

She didn’t respond. He pulled off his leather glove and reached for her exposed neck with shaking fingers, brushing aside thick raven hair. He found the notch to the side of her trachea that contained the carotid artery, and pressed gently, expecting to feel a pulse against his fingers.

There was nothing.

“’Koda,” he whimpered. “No….”