Alaina Urquhart

Ugh.

Well, let me tell you why I wasn't sleepwalking.

Tell us.

First, I've never sleptwalked prior to the incident, nor have I done it since.

I'm 40 now.

Look at you, couple 40-year-olds.

Also, where I had not woken up, there was a lot of harsh sagebrush, pine needles, and not one, but two barbed wire fences for me to get back to where we had fallen asleep.

Yeah, you wouldn't have been able to sleepwalk that far.

No, and you'd have some injuries if you did.

Now, the composure that my 13-year-old self had in that moment was phenomenal.

I told myself, hey, it's okay.

You were just sleepwalking.

I turned around and could easily see the lights of town.

My feet were fine.

My clothes were fine.

Nothing seemed out of place except my ass that was a mile from where I'd fallen asleep.

Lo and behold, I start walking back in the direction of town, and I have a number of terrains I have to walk over.

First, the dried grass and sagebrush, then an area of thick pine trees, pine cones, and a carpet of dead pine needles.

Ouch.

Now, I'm not sure if you've ever stepped on a pine needle, but those bitches hurt.