This week, I had a little difficulty in completing chapter 12 in "Paddling." At the beginning of the week, I had decided to take a walk with my son. The sun was shining and the day was relatively warm, for our part of the country. We both grabbed a walking stick and headed down a wildlife trail.
We soon came to the creek, which I really enjoy. A week before, I had witnessed a special sight. The setting sun had filled the sky with glorious colors. A house in the distance looked like an old rugged cabin. The water was rushing through the creek, along the snow covered banks. Unfortunately, I had forgotten my camera, or I would have had a great picture.
On this trip, I found the creek to be mostly frozen. There was an open spot, but it was only about three inches deep. We sat on a fallen log and enjoyed the scenery. I wanted to explore the creek a little more, so I began to walk, slowly along the edge, tapping my stick as I tested the ice. People have been dying around here, because of the warm weather and the thin ice.
The ice felt strong and I thought I could spot the thin areas. Suddenly, my left foot broke through the ice. My leg went all the way in, up to the top of my thigh. My right leg completely folded and I landed with all my weight on my right foot. The ice under my right foot held. I believe my right knee was hyper-extended and my right foot was badly bruised.
I have been hobbling every since. My son helped me up and I gingerly walked home. My foot is all purple and very sore. I guess that's what makes life so interesting. You never know what is around the corner.