My face was a mess, and for a second I was afraid that my left eye was gone, but Dan said it wasn’t. Luckily, he had blood coagulant in his pack and poured it on me. We used some cheesecloth to wrap my head and then cut off a piece of my shirt and used it to wipe my face. We knew we had to get out of there, so we headed back to camp as soon as we could. I couldn’t hike the full mile, so Dan went ahead, fetched our mules, and came back for me. We rode the 5 miles to the truck, only to find it had a dead battery. So we jumped it, then drove 50 miles to the nearest hospital. I didn’t feel any pain from the lacerations because my adrenaline was pumping so fast. The bear attacked at about 8 a.m., and it was 2 p.m. before we reached the hospital, where I got more than 90 stitches in my head.