So, midday Friday kids (11 and 3) headed out on our own. Vanagon running like a top (dizzy gremlins held at bay, perhaps by the lovely sunshine). We find the spot, nobody there - perfect. Set up camp way back at the end of the road, among old growth and solitude. Bit of a hike to look 'round and make plans for the morrow, dinner. Some chatting with the boy after the girl's in bed. Sitting up while they settle drinking a beer with just enough skeeters to keep me awake - less than in my back yard at home in fact.
Lovely night's sleep - my first night in the top of the Adventurewagen as the wife and I usually sleep downstairs.
Breakfast, nice day shaping up, then...GRIND/CRACK/POP and PAIN!. Threw my (*&^(&) back. Bending over to get a *(*& plate. Lots and lots of pain. Leaned against the van for awhile then tried to go ahead and carry on with the day. Took a wrong step a bit later and I was done. Managed to get into one of our folding chairs, sitting there wondering what the hell to do.
Might still be there if this guy hadn't come by and mostly carried me into the VW. Thankfully it was my *right* leg that was mostly immobile so I was able to shift and just mash the gas down.
Got home, couldn't walk. Went to ER, got morphine and they kept me at Prov till Monday afternoon. MRI shows "tears" around my lumbar vertibrae but no burst disk and no surgery.
Been on my back most of the week, but with physical therapy am getting back on my feet.
Scary stuff being out in the woods with your kids and not able to stand up!
