To set the scene for this post you need to know that I have a fear of hiking down hill, it’s a fear of falling and breaking my leg in the wilderness. It’s not necessarily a reasonable fear, but it’s not debilitating either. After hiking in Bryce Canyon and almost dying (walking uphill) I had taken it easy at the Grand Canyon.
Later that night we did have a good old fashioned BBQ in a local park in Kanab near our hotel. Hamburgers, chips and smores! We even got to play on the swing sets and jungle gym. Sometimes it’s fun to relive your youth. I survived all that fine.
When we returned to our hotel a bunch of us decided to go to he pool, which was across the street and down the block at another hotel. As we’re walking I managed to slip on gravel. Turned my ankle and fell to my knee, on GRAVEL. I cut up my entire left leg from my foot to my knee. It was gross and it hurt and I didn’t have anything really appropriate to care for it. I did borrow some band-aids and bacitracin and cleaned it out at the hotel room. But the irony that I was afraid of falling while hiking, but actually fell walking to the pool was NOT lost on me.