Yesterday, as we hiked a visitor out to catch her ferry home, I took a sudden fall, possibly the worst I’ve experienced here.
Falls are a constant danger on and around our homestead. We think about it a lot, and try to prevent incidents (see, for example, Missteps and Well Balanced). Even so, it happens.
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.

I’ve got a bit of a mess to clean up (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
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.