Real Talk: Damn You, Yosemite
I have no idea why I keep thinking things will get easier. It is a curse. Every elated, beautfiul moment is followed by a crisis. Is that typical? I am seriously not sure I can handle that kind of thing!
So after huge delays getting to Yosemite, we finally made it. It was late, dark and chilly, but we were here safe and sound and it was gorgeous. We settled into our campsite and decided to enjoy the fact that there was ZERO cell coverage (att or verizon) and no wifi at all. We were totally unplugged.
I woke up the next morning and sat there enjoying the amazing trees and rushing river and decided to take a drive to get firewood from the lodge. Hopped in the van and couldn't drive.
I had a flat tire.
Now this would not normally seem like a crisis. However, the tire I have as a spare is a little donut. We are literally in the middle of nowhere and this car happens to be the only one that can fit the whole family. It had to be replaced. So my tired and exhausted husband drove 5 hours round trip to get it replaced. With the babies. Only to have to wait for another 3 hours for it to BE fixed. Not a major crisis and minus gas, was only $18 for the fix (THANK YOU DISCOUNT TIRE) but come on.
So I figured that with how challenging it had been to get there that we would not have any more issues. We took a drive into Yosemite yesterday evening and it was stunning. Tom stayed behind as he could barely walk from the back pain flare. We decided that we would go into today as a family and see what we could accomplish.
The drive in was incredible. This being on Tom's bucet list for years, he was holding back tears as we drove. It was one of those moments where you feel the incredible power and majesty of our world and feel so blessed to be there.
Then we went on a hike.
It was me, with the baby on my back and the other four kids. Tom stayed at the car. People, it was .4 miles. Flat, paved walk ways. I mean, it can't get anymore basic. We were .2 miles in, when I stepped on the edge of a small dip in the pavement.
I WENT DOWN. I literally heard my ankle crack as I went down. Yup. Just me and 5 freaking kids on a hike and I have injured myself. I will admit, self pity set in. Ranger came, doctor was on the path and checked it out. I decided that it wasn't majorly broken, probably just sprained and that I could get back to the car with Zach helping support me and Elijah not on my back. Not oblivious to ankle injuries, I figured I had 20 mins or so before the severe pain and swelling started. I didn't want to get stuck, so we moved fast!
I had Tom drop me off at the medical clinic and take the kids to play. Got in, only to find out that they wouldn't even bill my insurance and that I had to pay cash up front. $500 to have them tell me it was sprained and wrap it. Or more if it turned out to be broken. I decided to suck it up. We to the store, bought an ace bandage and I will have it looked at in the next big city if it isn't getting better. I mean, come on. What the heck is the insurance even for! Whatever. Ain't nobody got time for that. Now I am sitting in the car blogging while my family swims in the river and plays on the beach. I can see them through the trees off in the distance.
Damn you, Yosemite. Pity party for one, anyone want to join me?