I walked to the raft and tied a strand of rope around my thigh as a tourniquet, then lay down and elevated my leg. After Rio loaded the gear, he launched the raft and started downstream. Rio began to cry and kept saying, "I don't want you to die, Dad." I tried to reassure him that I'd be okay, but I was already acting loopy from the poison. I asked Rio where my hat was, and he said, "Dad, it's on your head."