52 The last word
THEWEEK28March2020Ayoungwomanis
recordingaseriesofvideo
blogsfromtheJoshua
TreeNationalParkin
southernCalifornia.She
isslimandblondewith
anaquilinenoseandteeth
thatshinewhiteunderthe
intenseglowofthedesert
sun.HernameisClaire
Nelson,sheisatravel
writerfromNewZealand
andshehasspentthepast
fewmonthsexploring
CanadaandtheUSA
whiledocumenting
everythingonher
Instagramaccount.Scrollthroughherfeed
andtheresheis,ina
freezingQuebecCity,
smilinginafur-lined
parkaan dapairofRay-Bans.Inanotherphoto,sheisinasnowy
wilderness,cuddlingahusky.InToronto,sheposesundercherry
blossominastylishleatherjacket.Thesephotosgoonandon,
makingherlifeseemlikeanendlessadventure,allsmilesand
sunglassesandseasonalhues,interspersedwithtastefulsnapsof
localfood.WhenNelsoneventuallymakesittoJoshuaTreeshe
postsapicturewearingcut-offshortsandaBobDylanT-shirt.
ShecaptionsitwithaquotefromDylanhimself:“Ikindalive
whereIfindmyself.”Afewdaysafterarrivingin
southernCalifornia,Nelson
beginstorecordhervideoblogs
fromwithinthevast,baking
expanseofJoshuaTree.Holding
herdigitalcameraatarm’slength,shestartstospeak.Andright
away,itisclearthatsomethingisverywrong.Sheisflatonher
back,lookspaleandanxiousandisdoingherbesttoshieldher
facefro mthepoundingheat.“Ido n’twanttobehere,”shesays
inasmallvoice,astearspoolinhereyesbeforerollingdownher
cheeks. “Ireallydon’twanttobehere.”On22May2018,Nelsonsetoffonasoloday-longhike.Aftera
fewhours,though,sheunwittin glywandere doffthehikin gtrail.
Whiletryingtotraversea20ft-highrockformation,sheslipped,
felland shat tere dherpelvisasshehitthestonygroundbelow.She
hadhermobilephone,butnosigna l.Sh eonlyha denough water
foradayinthe heatofth enationalpark,whichsprawls over
1,235squaremilesandstraddlestheColoradoandMojave
deserts.Farfromestablishedtrailsandobscuredbyboulders,she
understoodveryquicklythatthepossibilit yofb eingdiscovered
wasvanishinglysmall.Ifshebegan todehydrate,thenin
conditionssuchast hese,deathcouldcomeinthre edays.An dthis
happensinJoshuaTree.Hikerslo setheirway,losetheirwitsin
theheat ,theirorgansfail,they slipinto unconsciousnessandthen
theydi e.Theirremainsaresometimesdiscoveredmonthslater.
SoNelso npicked upher cameraandbegantospeaktoitsothat,
ifandwhenshedidsuccumb,herfamily wouldatleastunder-
stan dwhatha dhappenedtoher.“Thisisn otwhere Iexpectedtoendup,”shesaysin
onemessage.“Witha
shatteredpelvisinthe
desert.Imightdiehere.
I’mreallyscared.”Nelsondidnotdieinthe
desert.Sheiswithmein
aLondonphotographer’s
studio,drinkingacool
glassofwater–anact,
shesayswithachuckle,
thatshewillnevertake
forgranted.Sohowdid
shesurvive?Thisquestion
isansweredinherbook,
ThingsILearnedfrom
Falling,inwhichshe
describeshereventual
four-dayordeal,aswellas
thecircumstancesthatled
hertobetravellingonher
ownand,ultimately,
tryingtohopfromone20ftbouldertoanother.Andthetopoftheboulderisprobablyagoodplacetostart.
NelsonhadbegunthedayplanningtohiketotheLostPalms
Oasis,amoderatetrekthatwouldrequiresomescrambling
duringadescentintoadryriverbed.Shesetoffwithfourlitres
ofwater,awalkingpole,sunscreen,afirstaidkitandanavocado
bagel,butafteranhourandahalfshehaddriftedfromtheroute
thatwouldleadhertotheoasis.
Whensheeventuallyfoundher
pathblockedbysizeablerock
stacks,shewassurprised–but
stillshebegantoascend.At35,
shewasanexperiencedhiker,
andevenstoppedforaselfie.“It
wasanormalsituationforme,hikingbymyselfandclambering
overrocks,”shesays.“Iwascomfortable.Ididn’tfeelanygreat
senseofrisk,whichinhindsightmightseemfoolish.Butwhen
you’re comfortabledoin gsomething ,youtrustyourself.”Inmovingfrom onerockto another,however,Nelsonmade
amisju dgement.Th erockshe landedon wassmoother than
expected ,andthefoothol dshehadcommittedtofarles ssecur e.
“And Ijuststartedtoslide,”shesays.“Ir emem berthewords
inmyhead,‘You’re abouttogethurt...Thisisgoingtohurt.’
Iguessitwasjustmybraintryingtopreparemefo rthelanding.”Thelanding,whenitcame,wasannouncedwithacrunchin gthud
asherhipborethebruntofthefall. Shetriedtogetup,butshe
coul dfeeltheshard sofs hattere dbonegrindingasshedidso,
makingmovementimpo ssiblefromth ewaist down.Nelson could
accessherba ckpack,butbecauseshehadnosignal,herphone
wasuseless.Shehadbeenhousesittingforfriendsin California,
butastheywereoutof thecountry, nobodyknewshehadsetoff
fortheLostPalmsOasisthatday.Soshela ythere, onherback,
inpain, squinting attheblueskyand thehuge,sandy-pinkrocks
around her.“I twasveryquiet.Theon lysounds Iheardwerethe
occasionalbreezegoing overthetopofthecanyonI’dfallen
into, ”shesays.“Itwasaneerieplacetobe.Isawplanes going“I’d never felt more lost” –survival against the oddsClaireNelsondidn’ttellanyonewhereshewasgoingwhenshesetoffonahikeinaremotecornerofCalifornia.
Thatwasherfirstmistake–but,asshetellsBenMachell,thingswouldgetmuch,muchworsefromthere“Shetriedtogetup,butshecouldfeelthe
shardsofshatteredbonethatmademovement
impossible from the waist down”Joshua Tree National Park:avast, beautiful, baking expanse in California