Kimberly Chambers writes in her blog about Buried Treasures.
Turning to look out at my crew, I am exhausted and dazed.
I feel as if I have just emerged from the recovery room, post-surgery. Though now awake from the general anesthesia, the mental “fogging” effects of the drugs are still very much in effect. Without saying a word, I sit down immediately on the nearest big rock. Cupping my hands over my face, I cry.
I am in utter disbelief; completely overwhelmed – amazed – with what has transpired over the last 13 or 14 hours.
Read more about her adventure here.