No pretty pictures, no great descriptions of fantastic hikes – just my hand in a splint.
About 10 days ago, I went on a 16.5 mile hike with my friend Janet to help her on her Smokies 900 project. Great day, good company, easy Smokies trails. It must have been really easy and I must not have been paying attention because I didn’t see a root and tripped. I fell hard on my right wrist, which of course, was better than falling on my mouth and nose…. And then I had nine more miles of hiking to go.
I went to my internist who x-rayed the wrist but couldn’t ‘ decide if it was broken. He suggested that I go to a hand specialist in a week if it’s not better.
After taking another x-ray, the hand specialist couldn’t decide either so he said that we would treat it as a break. I went along with this since I felt that otherwise I might have permanent problems. I chose the brightest color for the splint and velcro. Might as well make it stand out. The splint is made out of molded plastic so you can’t write your name on it.
I had a backpack planned and I was packing, shopping for food and testing out my stove. Right now, there’s equipment all over the house – sleeping bag, rolled up tent, bags of food, a shopping list. There’s nothing sadder than having to put all of that away without it being used. When I come back from a trip, wet and muddy, at least I’ve done some hiking and gotten miles. But here all this packing and unpacking was just a time-wasting exercise.
I feel I can still dayhike so I’ll be leading my Carolina Mountain Club hike on Sunday.
In the meantime, I’m heading for the Blue Ridge Bookfest in Flat Rock. Come on out tomorrow. I’ll sign your book somehow. I hope to see you out there.