Swinging while the rest of us got ready to go.
My fellow-walkers
Somehow this lonely hydrant looked festive in the green field.
The view of the pond from the lower road.
But then there was the guy who turned back:
You may have noticed a glimpse of a crutch in the group photo. Well, it was our dear, wild man middle child. He made serious contact with a wheelbarrow in the dark during a game of tag. Yes, tag, dark and a wheelbarrow. Sigh.
After a week of pain, and a rather impressive looking gash on the leg, we made a visit to the doctor and the radiology department. But, it is NOT broken. It will make a he-man scar, but it is all in one painful piece. Since the itinerary for the next ten days includes swing dancing in Idaho and competitive speech and debate in San Diego, we all breathed a collective sigh of relief and a group prayer of thanksgiving.
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