On the last day of our backpacking trip, William wanted to go to Ape Caves. We were so close, that we decided to go. Climbing over big piles of giant rocks in the dark is not my favorite thing to do, but it isn’t that bad and the guys all love it.
Since they entire walk is in the dark and Chris’ flashlight died the first 5 minutes in (thank goodness for back-ups), we didn’t get many pics. Will however did take a really nice one of Andy!
The boys made much better time though the caves than Chris and I did (I held him back) and were ahead of us much of the time. But I did really well until we got just about to the point where this picture was taken. I was so distracted by the sunlight up ahead that I ceased watching the ground and tripped. I caught myself before I really fell but not enough to stop my knee from hitting a rather jagged rock. Upon initial inspection with the flashlight, everything seemed ok. No blood, just sore. We kept walking the rest of the way out, only much slower than before.
We climbed out into the warm sunshine and sat on some rocks to wait for the boys who weren’t there already waiting for us. While waiting, I pulled up my pants leg to discover a rather large hole in my leg from where I fell. Still no blood but it was becoming more sore all the time.
Not wanting to wait, I hobbled back the 1.25 miles to the van. Just as we reached the parking lot, a very sharp pain shot through my leg. Suddenly I started to feel nauseous and thought I would pass out. By the time I reached the van, my leg started to gush and I had to lay down.
Chris was convinced we needed to go to the hospital and get stitches. I was convinced that all I needed was some Bactine to clean it out and a good band-aid. So I sent him to the info booth to see if they had some in their first aid kit.
He didn’t come back with any but did say that the kid working the booth was an EMT and wanted me to come so he could check it out. I think it made his otherwise super boring day. He just beamed when I limped up to the bench!
He helped me clean it up, got some steri-strips to help close it up a bit and stop the bleeding and bandaged it up. He also agreed with me… I didn’t need stitches. Now I will have a scar to match my other sweet scar on that knee! :o)
But it wasn’t all bad. My sweet patient hubby treated us all out to supper in Cougar on the way home. Both the food and the beer was delicious and really helped my leg feel much better! Well, that and the ibuprofen I took.