December 16, 2010

Travel Day, or, Dear Joe V: OUCH

3:22 PM, Wednesday November 17, 2010

Dear Joe,

I almost died today.

Twice.

First it was the suicidal doe as we were making our way to 390 this morning. I swear sparks were flying off her hooves when she realized she better get moving if she didn't wanna become a hood ornament. Seriously the closest near-miss I've had with a deer.

Made it to the Salmon OK in the end. 'Course severe winds and driving rain made the short afternoon a little less than pleasant. At least it made the dunking I received crossing back over the river a little less annoying. Tell you what though, did a number on my knee and shin. First legit fall I've had and it was a good one; if the water was a little deeper, probably wouldn't be as sore now. Camera's probably out of commission for a couple days and seriously shortened the life of my brand-new Goretex waist-highs. Rod's OK though, that's all that matters.

Did have a bump today but nobody landed anything. We're headed to You Guy's to lick our wounds, drown our sorrows and, hopefully, get back in it tomorrow. Water's low (compared to last year) so I'm not sure what the game plan is.




P.S. Any idea where I packed the aspirin?

2 comments:

T-Bone said...

Who is Rod?

ntothed said...

Where are the rest of the days?