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I lay on the ground unable to move, a full day's hike from civilization. My hiking companions had just found me lying several hundred feet from camp, incapacitated with back pains. An evening chill began to set in as the sun dropped below the surrounding peaks.

What should we do? Send for a helicopter evacuation, which would arrive the next day? Put together a makeshift stretcher? Have someone hike out to call a Christian Science practitioner?

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