"Ouch," I moaned quietly, gingerly pushing my glasses back onto the bridge of my nose.
I decided to give myself a few more seconds lying facedown on the limestone path to assess my condition before trying to get up.
"Oh geez, are you ok!? I’m so sorry!" I could hear the sounds of my traumatized husband scrambling to my side and decided I’d better start moving before his mild state of panic flipped into full fledged emergency mode.
"You’re such a Canadian," I mumbled, struggling to my feet, "I’m the clutz... no need for you to be sorry."
Darren blinked at me, not in the mood at that moment for witty banter I guess.
"You’re bleeding everywhere," was his only response.
A bit of an exaggeration, but I did indeed have cuts and scrapes on my knees, elbows, hands and chin. With a pained chuckle I assured him I’d live and proudly announced that we’d finally get to use the little first aid kit I’d made him carry around all trip.
I take the advice in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy very seriously especially the ageless wisdom, "Don’t panic and always carry a towel!"
Today the towel in question is of the sealed and sterile antiseptic variety and Darren used it and our water bottle to clean me up, picking bits of Australian limestone out of my flesh as he went.
It was an oddly romantic experience and I was grateful for all those years as a Girl Guide and then as a Girl Guide leader that had taught me the importance of packing light weight emergency gear for any outing. Who needs champagne and roses when you have polysporin and bandaids.
After tidying me up and eating some of our emergency rations to cheer us up (Chili Almond Oat Crackers make any situation better) we continued on to the Petrified Forest on the Great South West Walk (GSWW).
Turns out it isn’t even a forest! Lol. But it was a pretty cool series of naturally formed limestone pipes that look a little like ancient giants had once upon a time been building sandcastles.
We returned to the car, Darren hovering over me the whole way.
The day before, I’d nimbly scrambled around barnacle covered rocks, exploring tide pools and squealing with delight when the ocean waves crashed high enough to spray salt water into my hair.
Today I tripped over air and my own feet.
Disclaimer: As always, my opinions are my own. I did not receive free medical care or free oat crackers *wink*. No one involved is ever even aware I’m doing it.
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