|Membership has its privileged.|
|My most ill advised adventure of the trip. Water runs uphill? Magnetism is reversed? Laws of Gravity are suspended?|
Morons with bad ankles lose their mind?
|Guess which one my boot resembles?|
Hint: Its very itchy, smells funny,
and is NOT attractive. It may have given
me a rash.
|Number 1 cause of injury in a Redwood forest, slipping on a banana slug. Watch your footing.|
|RICE (Redwoods, Inclines, Climbing, Elevations)?|
Monterey. We hiked Oregon waterfalls, the ancient forests in Humboldt and Redwood state parks, the streets of San Francisco and the coastal beaches near Big Sur. I conquered 2 hotel stationary bikes, an elliptical, and 2 weight rooms. I survived the drunk hillbilly engineered gravity house at confusion hill. By day 3, my ankle doubled in size and developed a slight attitude problem. I fully tested the reclining capabilities of a Nissan Maxima's passenger seat and my foot waved to every commuter from its permanent perch on the dashboard. The medical compression wraps from the doctor's office irritated my skin, so I modeled 4 1/2 pairs of Penny's knee high socks one at a time. Light purple with white stripes were my personal favorite and illicit the most whistles. Hotel ice machines and nightly elevation proved my magic bullet, returning my ankle to near normal by most mornings. Distracted by my surroundings, I engaged the tendon numerous times when I failed to watch my footing. The metal side supports performed their job admiringly, limiting the tendon's rebuke to brief shooting pains and glistening eyes I ingeniously blamed on allergies.
|San Francisco: All courteousness suspended when the cable car is full.|
|Luckily, now able to get my leg wet.|
|"Stumpy" and the bottom of a Redwood.|
|65 degree stupidity.|
|This way to accessible adventures.|
|Where there's a will there's an accident.|
|Recovery, finally a light at the end of the tunnel.|
|Common sense trail.|
|Safer modes of transportation. But, Sally is not famous for sharing.|