Poison Oak, scrape, skin flap, broken toe
Erik’s taking real good care of me out in Grass Valley, where the creeks have boulders.
I’ve slipped down steep inclines, fell in the water popping my “long” toe, brushed up against poison plants, scraped various bits of exposed skin and what for? Hanging out in places that could easily be National Parks, but they ain’t.
And it’s worth every frickin bruise and scab.