There's nothing like a fresh ground/brewed cup of coffee, made just like at home, while you're camping. We'd set up in Tennison Bay campground, located on the western side of Peninsula State Park. Thankfully we had our screened in dinning fly to ward off the swarms of insects that inhabit the park.
After returning to camp my two nurses applied ice to my ankle and insisted I rest in the hammock. It wasn't a terrible way to pass a little time. While we hung around camp Teri & decided we'd leave at the end of the day. The weather report was calling for late night storms followed by a stormy Sunday. Since she'd have to do a lot of the packing, we thought it best to head back before everything became soaked.
So, after stepping in a hole, twisting my ankle, and falling on my rump, I woke up with a very painfully swollen ankle. At first I'd hoped to "walk it off." Teri drove me to Prairie du Chien hoping to find a pharmacy. I was just going to get some ankle wraps, and maybe some Advil or something. By chance we found the Memorial Hospital. After a little internal debate I decided to check in and let them check out my injury. No broken bones, but I have one helluva ligament tear. They gave me crutches, a compression wrap, and a refillable ice pack, along with stern instructions to "R.I.C.E." That means Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevate...
