alpinista
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OK, I'll keep this brief since it's a non-trip, non-report...
AMSTony and I had planned to hit Welch-Dickey yesterday, which would've been my first hike since New Year's Day, and I believe only his sixth this year. Well, best laid plans...
I drove up on Saturday, and we agreed to meet to get in a 9.2 mile trail run as part of the training for our respective marathons. It was a glorious day out _ not a single cloud, not too humid, and we were making good time. Right about mile 8, I had to go to the bathroom wicked bad _ and of course, there wasn't a suitable place around to "void," so to speak _ so I started to slow down right around here and Tony started to outpace me. Then, right around mile 8.5, I come around a bend, and I see Tony off to the side, bent over and grabbing both knees.
At first, I figured he had started to cramp up. Then, as I got closer, he seemed to be grimacing and I thought, "scheizer, he's having a friggin' heart attack." Then, I saw some blood and wondered if he had collided with a mountain biker.
Alas, somewhere along the path, he had tumbled on something _ a root, perhaps, a rock, who knows, it happened so fast. His left hand had already ballooned and he had blood caked along his left side, which took the brunt of it. His left knee was banged up, bloodied and bruised. Blood even ended up on the bill of his cap.
Long story short: We booked it to a hospital in southern New Hampshire, where Tony got into an emergency room seemingly filled with other men who all had taken fish hooks into various body parts.
Needless to say _ the hike planned for the next day was canceled. If you'd like to enjoy, um, see, the evidence of Tony's tumble, here are pix from my camera phone: http://outdoors.webshots.com/album/560537448WiYtKI
AMSTony and I had planned to hit Welch-Dickey yesterday, which would've been my first hike since New Year's Day, and I believe only his sixth this year. Well, best laid plans...
I drove up on Saturday, and we agreed to meet to get in a 9.2 mile trail run as part of the training for our respective marathons. It was a glorious day out _ not a single cloud, not too humid, and we were making good time. Right about mile 8, I had to go to the bathroom wicked bad _ and of course, there wasn't a suitable place around to "void," so to speak _ so I started to slow down right around here and Tony started to outpace me. Then, right around mile 8.5, I come around a bend, and I see Tony off to the side, bent over and grabbing both knees.
At first, I figured he had started to cramp up. Then, as I got closer, he seemed to be grimacing and I thought, "scheizer, he's having a friggin' heart attack." Then, I saw some blood and wondered if he had collided with a mountain biker.
Alas, somewhere along the path, he had tumbled on something _ a root, perhaps, a rock, who knows, it happened so fast. His left hand had already ballooned and he had blood caked along his left side, which took the brunt of it. His left knee was banged up, bloodied and bruised. Blood even ended up on the bill of his cap.
Long story short: We booked it to a hospital in southern New Hampshire, where Tony got into an emergency room seemingly filled with other men who all had taken fish hooks into various body parts.
Needless to say _ the hike planned for the next day was canceled. If you'd like to enjoy, um, see, the evidence of Tony's tumble, here are pix from my camera phone: http://outdoors.webshots.com/album/560537448WiYtKI
