Tragedy has befallen our once blissful travels. Without going into too many embarrassing details I will say that, despite Devon’s adamant better judgment, I injured my right ankle while frolicking on some large boulders.
Diagnosis; bone Fissure, two weeks laid up in a cast. With no available crutches my range of mobility allows just enough distance to hop to the rest room and back. This is particularly tragic considering Saint Catharine’s notoriously good treks, including one of Moses’ personal favorite hikes, Mt. Sinai.
A prisoner of my own doing, I will be held up for two weeks at our camp ground while Devon searches for the 11th commandment. Maybe it will read, “thou shalt listen to your girlfriends warnings when playing on large boulders.”
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