The Journey Back
It was one of those double-edged moments. I was correct in guessing that it was more than just a sprain and I like being right. But after it sunk in, I really wished I had been wrong. Having to wear a cast for 6 weeks through the peak of summer seemed really cruel. It’s amazing how much stuff you can pack into 6 weeks. There was an upcoming camping trip with my friends that I had helped organize, I was going back to hike Forks of the Credit, I had picked out a few other new spots to visit and I had a few other yet to be organized trips brewing. All cancelled.
Then came last Friday. The first part of this unfortunate journey was over. The freedom to walk again felt amazing even though it was riddled with pain. The first time I took the garbage out felt like such an accomplishment. Having Molly come home was so uplifting even though I still needed help to walk her. All the little things in life you take for granted were becoming available again. It was such a relief.
I won’t lie and say that I’m not still angry about the way everything happened, because I am. But stewing about all the things I have and will miss won’t get me healthier any faster. Sure it helps at times when I need to focus on pushing myself and I need that extra motivation, but mostly I’ve been trying to look forward to fun that is to come.
A look forward has so much on the horizon: going back to Tobermory and visiting Flower Pot Island, trying the Cup & Saucer trail on Manitoulin Island, visiting what I hope will be a bearless Chutes Provincial Park, trying to brave “The Crack” in Killarney, many fall camping trips, and playing photographic bingo with Hamilton waterfalls.
