[at-l] sobo hike

[Bob C]

"I took a little stroll on Sunday --
rainy, overcast, blowing 40* and wet and icky -- it
was a wonderful day to be out. Dangit." reports sloetoe.

My little stroll was Saturday after a couple of days heavy rain. Our goal was Dunn Notch Falls. We bypassed a couple of stream crossings, hoping to find something safer downstream. We did, and all crossed without mishap. Then another stream blocked our path, so we backtracked to the "easy" crossing of a few minutes earlier, deciding the best bet was to head back to The Cabin in Maine.

I've been a bit on the wobbly side lately so I was one of the last back across. I planned my route  carefully. Left foot on a boulder a few feet from one shore, then a short jump to the other shore.

No problem. Except when I landed on that other shore it felt like someone had wacked my achillies tendon with a big log. I looked back. No logs in sight. I carefully inched my way back to the cars -- only a mile or so away, where I discovered my right ankle and calf were were now twice the size of the left and have remained so ever since.

My doctor on Monday speculated that I had "sprained" the tendon and that time and a little RICE would cure things. Four days and counting. Still no improvement.

Hmmm. I'm now blind, deaf and halt. Do you suppose deterioration may be setting in? Nah. That couldn't be, could it?

Weary