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Carrying Bags Kogi Style
I packed up some of my things into a Kogi-made bag, because I knew my large pack would be too difficult for me to manage going down. I was willing to leave it there, but I had a feeling I would be returning anyway.
We were all set to go and to my delight I felt like bouncing. I was full of energy and smiles and a feeling of relief surged my spirits even more.
I was also very glad I was capable of walking. The look of that saddle was bad enough, but this mule had few more problems going down the mountain than the one coming up. There is a storm in the mountain nearly every afternoon, however, the storm had been a particularly heavy one the day before and the clay paths had turned into slippery muck. The mule was having an interesting time sliding down the majority of the clay patches.
I was already counting my blessings when we came to a steep uphill clay slope. The mule was having a lot of difficulty and Mamas nephew; Gabriel was in front trying to help pull the mule up. The mule was practically running on the spot when the accident finally happened. I was behind Mama carrying the bags we had unloaded off the mule. Mama was directly behind the mule trying to help push it up.
The mule became totally unbalanced and lost control completely. Mama yelled, and I instinctively jumped behind a tree only to be missed by inches by the tumbling mule flailing down the slope on his side. I looked for Mama, he had managed to avoid the falling mule also. It was a very narrow path and proved to be very difficult situation.
With a bit of digging and some tricks with the rope, we eventually managed to hoist the mule back on his feet. He could walk, it seemed, but he looked pretty shaken up. His poor little legs looked like jelly. I pulled out my Homeopathic Rescue Remedy and dripped a few drops into the side of the mules quivering lips. Bless his heart, he almost looked as though he was going to cry, but the Rescue Remedy seemed to take effect very quickly and we were on our way again. We arrived at the same midway village again and cooked up the last of the food supply and went to sleep.
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