. . . well, FOUR if you count my camera !
At 64 years old it’s surprising that I’ve not fallen that many times in my life.
Probably, maybe five or ten. The ones that come to mind first include the time I tried to do a forward flip off the monkey bars at Kellond (boonies of SE Okrahoma) and knocked the breath clean out of me, falling off two croquet mallets trying to balance on them (almost bit my tongue clean off), backed off the stairs about an hour before marrying Hans at his parents home in Bartlesville (which required a boot cast for six weeks-yes I wore it on our honeymoon), and . . . if you count falling off a sled . . . careening down a hill out of control and into a slushy pond (visions of Cousin Eddie come to mind) then you might get an idea of my talent of ‘falling.’
But, those occurred when I was much younger and my body seemed more resilient to the perils of gravity and stupidity.
As I type this, just moving my fat little fingers reminds me of my ‘very graceful’ contact with the ground yesterday. Breathing is also a reminder. Sneezing is out of the question.
So, if you’re still reading at this point, I’ll share the details of yesterday’s attempt to photograph the frozen waterfalls in Ouray. There was no, I repeat no snow or ice on the road when I hopped out of the pickup truck. None that I noticed. If you’ve ever seen these waterfalls, you’ll understand why I was paying no attention to my feet as I was admiring the beauty of this winter wonderland. I clicked a couple of shots and then decided to get a better angle so I headed up the hill. Big mistake. My leather-soled boots have no traction on ice. What ice? In an instant, I was flat on my back and my camera was on its way down the hill. We call them mountains in Colorado. I don’t know which body part hit first . . . my elbow, butt, or head. My only concern at that addled moment was to save my camera. In one fell swoop I grabbed the camera strap and hoped there was a camera still attached to it. And, that the camera was still intact.
Crawling back into the truck, the first thing I did was take a couple of shots to see if my camera had survived. It had. Then, thoughts of a concussion, broken hip, and someone witnessing my antics filtered through my foggy head.
As of this minute, I’m able to walk, my elbow still bends, and my pupils aren’t any more dilated than usual. The two guys who possibly witnessed my unintentional snow angel on the ice are probably in awe of some old gray haired woman who survived an earth-shattering fall.
The photos of the frozen waterfalls ? Well, they’re still on the memory card. And when MY memory card starts working, I’ll post them. Until then, stay off the ice with leather soled boots. I know I will.