The Jinx

So there I was, running on a treacherous trail............

Exactly. I was intent on not letting Torsten (for those of you who know who he is) get too far ahead this time. I had already fallen a few times, but the last fall was the worst. I stepped onto an incline and my ankle rolled right on down. I was on my hands and knees crying....my goodness. And, to make matters worse, we were 3 miles from the car on rugged terrain. Torsten mcguyvered (Sp?)some crutches, but still had to carry me quite a ways. On the plus side, we did get to see two black bear cubs and their mother munching on flowers in a meadow. I suppose I can also be grateful that it was sunny and not a more typical Juneau day (rain followed by showers and intermittent downpours). I am rambling, back to the injury part. We went to the ER to get some X-rays and the typical trappings of an ankle injury. I got lovely crutches and an aircast. I should never have written that last post! It was a true jinx. Lamenting about the lack of adventures surrounding an injury and what do I get? A torn ligament, 3 miles out, and an ER bill!