Yesterday, as we hiked a visitor out to catch her ferry home, I took a sudden fall, possibly the worst I’ve experienced here.
I tripped on a tree root, as simple as that. But, when I hit the ground, I ripped up my knee. I swore a bit, picked myself up, and continued the hike, but investigated when my pants began to feel sticky. When I pulled up my pant leg, we found blood everywhere. By the time we got to town, blood had begun to soak through the double knee.
We went on to town, stopped at a grocery store for a roll of paper towels and supplies to augment our car First Aid kit, and went on to the ferry terminal. There we cleaned up and bandaged the knee.
I had about 4 abrasions, and one or two shallow punctures that still make me shake my head in confusion, since the surface I fell on didn’t offer any sharp points that I saw. The copious bleeding surprised us all.
When we got home, I pulled the pants off and treated the bloody spots. I turned them inside out and took the included photo, just for the record.