A sad tail

The foot didn't give me trouble--there actually was a Saskawatch on the top of the ski resort, but I stayed away from him.

But I couldn't stay away from myself. I'm very lucky that the chair lift accident (most people don't step in front of one while its coming around to pick up someone else), fractured nothing but my tailbone.

I'm very grateful I didn't hurt my neck or my back or my head when I got walloped. But six hours immobilized in a neck brace at a hospital in Allentown gave me plenty of time to think about what a lovely day it had been...until I chose to get to know the ski patrol so well.

Yes, there are all sorts of dumb jokes I could make, but I think I'll leave that tale of woe for another time. There's a lesson here, but maybe it's just one for me.

And you know what? They gave Mr C and me free tickets...for our next visit. I think I need to sit on that for a while.