On Friday, July 28th, our first day back on the road, I tripped as I was exiting our RV and sprained my ankle.
It was an “Aw shit” moment when you realize there’s nothing you can do as all your weight suddenly falls on a 90-degree bent ankle. Many, many profanities.
However, after a week and a half of crutches, ice packs, and elevated feet, I can now hobble around pretty good.
In the interim, Jan has had to do everything, and learn some new skills.
In short, just a mega bummer for us, especially coming right after our expensive engine repair. Yikes!
But we’re back on the road again and heading West.