A Stream-of-consciousness style book that starts with the author climbing a rotten rock face. He fell, suffering a foot injury that nearly got his foot amputated by the physician. He isn't interested in never walking again, the outdoors is his whole life. He chronicles several other near tragic running and climbing events before starting a run of the length of the Grand Canyon. Alone, of course.

From paragraph to paragraph it might be reality, illusion, or historical reminiscences. Illusion and reality often run together in this book. The runner is repeatedly finding himself early in a running day without enough food and water. Those times are interspersed with running without enough sleep, or safe footing. He lives on the edge of danger, traversing rotten rock faces alone on muscles too tired for safety; at times simultaneously fighting off drowsiness. Sometimes he is unable to make the rendezvous point and spends a cold night with insufficient clothing or shelter.

A map inside the front of the book shows 4 runs between 1978 and 1982It is all engagingly written, but to my relief, in the last few chapters, illusion and reality were separate.
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