My husband, myself and our two best friends set off yesterday for what was supposed to be a really relaxing float down the tolt river. We had brand new blow-up boats all ready to go. Everything seemed great until I found myself drifting towards a downed tree limb that was really close to the water. I didn’t think I could traverse my boat around it just by paddling, so despite the slightly quick pace of the water I was floating in, I jumped out of my boat, planning on walking along the rocks to get around the tree. Well…
The water continued to carry my boat downstream, and the current was too quick so I lost my balance. I slipped despite having water shoes on, and smacked my left knee onto a rock. I was embarrassed to say the least, but finally caught my balance and took a moment to compose myself. I realized my knee was throbbing, and thought to take a look. Boy was I surprised to find a huge gash that was wide open on my knee! “Guys, I think we have a problem” was all I could get out. Luckily our friend Dan was still behind me, and he took one look and said, “oh yeah, that’s gonna need stitches!” So literally not more than three minutes into our float, we are all huddled around my bleeding knee, trying to figure out how to get me back to our car (fight the current upstream, or get farther away from the car and go down). My husband found his way back to the car, and found a driveway into a small cluster of houses with water front access. He met a gentleman who was very kind, led him right to the water, and when we finally made it had bandages and a towel all ready for us. We limped out of the water and to the car, and ended up at an urgent care. Seven stitches later, I sit at my computer instead of at Matt’s, where I usually am every Monday night. Oh, and the new “magic number” for tetanus shots is no longer ten years, its five. So I got one of those too. Awesome.
