Sometimes I wonder about the careless blasé attitude I have towards certain things. Yesterday's hike was great. I left the snowshoes at home and elected to not wear my YakTraks.
The temperatures were climbing and the snowshoes would have gobbed up with ice and compacted snow after crossing the creek. I headed down the steep trail towards the creek and realized that snowshoes would have been a good choice.
The fresh snow that covered the trail was full of hard lumps and bumps from previous walks and they were hard uneven and still frozen under the fresh snow.
No matter, I slipped and slid and carefully negotiated the nasty footwork. I marveled at my own balance and footwork. I was careful and steady. I did not have one misstep at all in a two-ish mile hike through the valley and back up the steep slopes towards home.
I spooked up a huge herd of deer and watched them leap effortlessly through the underbrush. I lost count after 15 deer.
They had good trails that were easy to follow up and down the hillside. Great for deer and coyote, but a bit bumpy and lumpy for the human foot.My walks often take to on changes of elevation of nearly 200 ft from ridge to valley.
On a terrain map it looks like this:
I made the whole trip with a few stops to admire the creek, listen for birds, and track coyotes.
I ended up gathering the mail on the ridge and headed home without any incident.
At chore time I was in a hurry and pulled the deep sled full of hay out after filling it. I spread it out in different feeders and spots so there was no arguing over piles.
I decided to be really well prepared and got all the hay set up for in the morning. I bent down to pick up a feed bucket in the shed and hurried around the front of the Subaru to put it away.
My foot caught on the rope from the hay sled.
Trying to hang on to a bucket and is stupid mistake. I think. Well. There I went.
In order to stop a face plant on the shed floor I shot out my left arm. It immediately felt like I'd been stabbed in the shoulder.
The fall doesn't hurt as much as the sudden stop.
However, I did a fantastic roll....
I would have won an Olympic medal for form.
I spit dirt and stopped moving. Was I alive?
Could I move?
Slowly. My left arm hurt like the dickens, so I rolled to a sit, then to a kneel and rose.
All I could think was
oh damn, what pickle this was.
Actually I think my first thoughts were all curse words.
I made it to the house and made Rich come out and get the dirt and snow brushed off my coveralls.
He immediately wanted me to go to the ED. I made supper and did some icing and resting in a neutral position instead. I said if I was immobile come Monday, I'd go in.
Sunday morning was a surprise. The shoulder still aches but I'm beginning to feel what I did. I have incredibly sore triceps, and a tender bicep, and shoulder blade pain.
I have good range of motion, but very slow.
Lifting something heavy is not an option.
Ice is nice.
We'll see how the next few days pan out.
And stop marveling at my great balance and footwork. Seems it failed me!