Wednesday, March 16, 2016
A couple of summers ago we took a leisurely drive down the Shenandoah Ridge and the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was summer, the weather was pretty and we took our time, with really no agenda. We were on the road for the most part of a week, with only a couple of hotel reservations before we started. We stopped where and when we wanted.
We pulled into one spot and there was a sign for waterfall about a 1/4 mile hike away. I had been struggling a bit with walking but I was feeling good and the trail looked gentle, wide and well maintained. As we got closer the falls the trail got narrower, muddy, rocky and steep. I pushed though and made it to the falls. Not Niagra, but worth the walk.
Coming back out I made it through the narrow, steep, muddy rocky part of the trail and back to the wide, gentle well groomed part of the trail. And that is when I encountered the next fall, my right foot rolled under me and I went down in the gravel in a heap. The first of a series of falls.
I am doing so much better now.