In light of Desert Rose's Dear Friend's accident, my wreck seems trivial. But the Desert Rose asked, and I will not be the one to deny her.
See, there is a hill. It is a very steep hill and it has a dirt road that goes up it. I do not have any pictures of this hill because, well, we never take pictures of this hill. We always run up this hill. We run up this hill on our horses. And we do it all the time.
So two Mondays ago, on a very pleasant evening a friend and I went out for a ride. We were very excited because it had been a long time since we'd ridden together. The warm air made our ponies rather lazy so we just cruised along and yakked it up. It was very nice.
We had already ridden about half an hour when we came to the Hill. Now, I could blame the 5 motorcycles that were roaring around the base of the Hill for spooking Maria, but that would be a cop-out. They didn't bother her one bit. Since it was the Hill, we had to run up it, so we took off. Slowly at first but we gained speed. Let me tell you, we were booking it.
Then, Maria ate it. Bit the dust. Took a digger. Really, simply, she tripped and fell. That was it. Only, we were going so dang fast. So we hit the ground hard. And the first (and I swear only) part of us that hit the ground was my left elbow.
In Maria's defense there was a BIG pothole in the road and between the two of us (Maria and I) we just didn't maneuver it well. Also, Maria is convinced that my friend's horse "threw an elbow and pushed her down" as she passed us right before we fell. Yes, she told me that. She said, "Bailey did it; she pushed me."
Fortunately, Maria only suffered a couple scrapes and bruises (seriously she was fine the next day). And thank goodness I only broke my left arm (I'm right handed). It could have been so much worse. Like 10 hours in surgery worse.
Well, I take that back. The docs still haven't decided whether it needs surgery or not.
I'll keep you posted (literally, ha ha!) ...