By now you all know that I can't go on a hike without getting injured. Last Saturday my friend Don and I were headed off to Catlett Mountain in the Shenandoah National Park for a 10 mile "strenuous" hike.
I should have known. It was a chilly, rainy days and my knees hurt. I decided I would tough it through, so we set off. The first obstacle was a stream we had to cross by stepping on boulders. Success! On we went, and lo and behold -- another stream to ford! The boulders were bigger and farther apart and were a lot slippery than the first stream.
But off I went, brave warrior that I am. Well, that third step is a bitch. Down I went into the lovely cold water. My leg hurt but that was about it. I waded through the water to the banks and checked out my leg. Shit. (not for the squeamish)
So off I go to the ER. I should have a memorial wing. They didn't stitch it because I fell in fresh water. Germs, and all that. i should have some lovely scars, but what's a few more? I'm a warrior! Onward I go!