As I said in my last post, Rock and Levi were hiking their way home from a backpacking trip in the Sawtooths on our anniversary. They did lots of fishing, cliff jumping, reading and day hiking and then headed home on the 26th. By 6:00 pm when we still hadn’t heard from them, I started to wonder what was going on. I finally got a text informing me that Rock had twisted his ankle very badly one mile into their 8 mile hike down. The man hiked 7 more miles (with his pack) on what we would find out later was a broken ankle. Some very nice hikers gave him hiking poles and an ace bandage to wrap it up, but needless to say they hiked very slowly. Before I tell you how this story ends, here are some pictures they took before the injury.







Half a mile from the end of the hike where they were supposed to catch the 5:00 boat back across Red Fish Lake, they were worried they’d miss the boat so Levi ran the rest of the way, dropped off his pack and then ran back to Rock to carry his pack down the last little bit so he could go a little faster. Unfortunately, the boat was full by the time they got there and they had to wait anyway. A 2.5 hour hike took them 6 hours. Tradition must be kept even with a broken ankle, so they ate hamburgers and ice cream at the Red Fish Lodge before driving home. It took them an extra hour because of a mudslide detour. By the time they got home at 11:30 pm his foot was badly swollen and black and blue. It was so big he looked like a hobbit!
We took him to the doctor the next day and found out that he’d broken the tip of the fibula. They gave him a boot that he was to wear for 6 weeks and crutches and told him to ice it every few hours. Not good under regular circumstances. Really not good when you are leaving for Hawaii in two days. Stay tuned for Handicapped in Hawaii.














































































