Falling in the Wilderness (and Everywhere Else, Apparently)

Can you believe I twisted my ankle AGAIN!?

I apparently cannot venture out into anything resembling wilderness without being a bumbling fool at one point or another. I think I have twisted it so many times, the tendons just can’t take it anymore. David has ruled that I can’t go outdoors without a little brace thing for my ankle. Sadly, I’m sure he’s right. How annoying.

Before all the pain and screaming, it was a fun little outing. David and I had just bought a second bike, so we were now free to roam the area together with our trusty sidekick, Lily. I didn’t want to go very far, plus we don’t have a bike rack for the car yet. I'm all about Lazy Exercise. So, we tooled around on the property and took a little dirt road out past the guard house. Here are some pictures from the trip:

At which point I took my eyes away from the rock for 1 millisecond, which is all it apparently takes for me to start weaving like a drunk and fall over. This time, my ankle slipped between two rocks, and my body went another direction. It was pretty terrible, because as you can see, the beach is surrounded by a ring of boulders. (Ok, so they are too small to be boulders, but they felt like them at the time, plus I am tired of using the word ‘rocks’ every other sentence).

After David got me up those as gently as possible, he piggy-backed me out of there and called in the cavalry (Courtney and Paul) to come drive me and our bikes back to the house, where I once again was pitiful and swollen.

Of course, about a week later what do I do? If you guessed ‘twisted your ankle again in a sad and bizarre way’ we were probably good friends at some point. Get this: I twisted my ankle SITTING DOWN. I should probably be embarrassed enough that I achieved this to leave it out of the blog, but I couldn’t do it - it is just too ridiculous. It was as simple as my foot slipping out of my shoe, and not thinking, I tried to shove it back in with disastrous results. I am fine now, but my ankle is still swollen. Brother.


We have since gone back and finished our bike ride – it would be a good place to bike to for some solitude – we want to bring out some chairs for reading on the cliffs, or maybe bust out the easel to do some really terrible artwork I will probably force you to look at.

Almost home - safe and sound. For once.

I also went on another hike, which I’m not going to write about bc it wasn’t all that interesting. I put some pictures from it below. But the important thing here was I didn’t twist my ankle. Woo Hoo!

On the trail

Bear the Gargoyle - or at least I am pretty sure that is what Paul is trying to portray here. I think they are starting to understand if you do anything that could be considered crazy, I'm going to put it on the site. I think that is why there are so few pictures of David being dorky - he has learned to check for the camera first.

Look! Cactus! I almost feel like I'm at home. However, due to lack of predators (cactus have predators?!) they have no spines. Neat, huh?

As you can tell, it was pretty windy up there.

Which is probably why Courtney lost her hat.

They disappeared over that rock, looking for it, for around 15 minutes which was long enough for me to convince myself they have fallen off the rock and needed rescuing. Naturally, I sent David to do it.

At the top - I'm amazed the water was still that blue, even though it was so cloudy.

The main disappointment with this hike is that the whole point was to see whales. It's famous for its endless supply in the winter. We did not see a single one.

I mean, come on - there was a sign and everything.

Here are a lot more people being dissapointed. I decided to entertian myself in the meantime.

We thought the juxtaposition of the Christmas tree and sno-cones was funny.

**UPDATE**


Well, I write these things, and then sit around forever while I try to find the time to actually add pictures to the thing. So, that leaves a lot of time for updating the storyline...which this one keeps getting added to, unfortunately. Which means....

That's right! Oops, I did it again.


I've screwed up my ankle yet again, and this time I'm not even sure how. I woke up and.... surprise! I can't walk without looking like a zombie. Honestly. I was going to start riding again too. Now I have to wait... again.... to be able to do anything fun. They've started calling me 'Grace' at work.

I think there is some sarcasm involved.