Saturday we drove around more or less at random, first south, then north to Volo Bog. It turned out to be a good decision to get there so late – the light was much better. my husband David’s photos look a lot better, he’s got the better camera. For a while. Whee! It was a nice time, and in spite of all the cars in the lot and people who seemed to be arriving, we had the whole trail to ourselves except for the first 200 yards or so. At one point, we stopped at the duck blind and settled…
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Hey! Guess what happened next? Yep, I was upstairs talking on the phone while standing on the stairs between the kitchen and the family room, and I was stupidly wearing some clog-like leather shoes with sticky soles. I was sideways and started to slip off the tread, but the shoe stuck in place and I rolled over my left foot and hit the floor with a very solid thumping sound. Stupid me, David was frantically asking if I was hurt, and I’m all like “The phone! Get the phone! I was talking to Chris!” because I was in the process…