Fourth "oops!"

It wasn't me!

My baby's last rest area before it died...

Our "oops"s seem to be coming faster. Yesterday (Wednesday) I killed my motorcycle. Today Dennis was chopping some wood into kindling. Right after he sharpened his hatchet. Funny thing about hatchets and thumbs...



So, yes, he took a chuck of thumb off. Well, mostly off. Generally, I would have patched him up but I forgot to order a suture kit - yes, it needed stitches - so we took him to the camp's clinic. Well, the Grand Canyon clinic requires that you pay first, then get reimbursed by your insurance, with a minimum $107 charge just to take a look. Dennis asked if I could fix it. I said yes. We left.


Back at camp, I took a better look at the damage and again decided he needed stitches but he was willing to give me first shot. I cleaned the wound and bandaged it, then added padding and a shield to keep it from getting wet or bumped. I was not sure I could save the fingertip but was willing to try. I'll update on that later. Just be glad I didn't post pictures. I'll post this one instead...





So, our first 2 days at the Grand Canyon have been less than grand. But, really, what else could go wrong?