We did our usual of wheeling and having fun. Saturday we went East and found some snow to play in, but then it started to snow and became a bit much for the little ones who were riding on the wheelers with the grandparents. Besides, John couldn't make very far in the snow, which meant no one else was getting any farther than they were.
We went back to camp and the fun began - fun may be the wrong word; I don't know, I was having fun, even with my ear bleeding like a stuck pig. The fire, of course, was humongous. There was a pallet on top of the already big fire, and Dad and I had finished the Bacardi bottle. So, he placed the bottle on top of the pallet (with the cap on). I got up to get a Coke and BAAM! Sound like a gunshot, glass in my hair and Bacardi all over me (so I thought).
I was laughing and wiping my ear, neck and hair with the sleeve of my sweatshirt when Mom says, "Manda you're bleeding!" with the look and sound of seriousness. I ran to Mandy's trailer (someone had left the light on in our motorhome for 3 weeks and we had a dead battery) and a nurse who was camping with us followed. My ear had been sliced about 1/4 inch by the glass. The nurse was all excited to do some on-the-spot, out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere, stitches. No need though, just a lot of pressure, laughing and, what the hey, more to drink.
Right after the explosion, though, Brooke went into a panic attack and then a seizure. Our camp nurse had a busy night for being on vacation. But everyone was and is just fine.
This is where Rule #51 when camping was born: DON'T put a glass bottle in the fire with its cap on! And right before #51 (or maybe this one is #51): Make sure you brought the first-aid kit, and that it is stocked!
During all of this, Jason and some of the other guys were off getting firewood. They came back one truck short; our mud truck got a flat. So Sunday, we went to rescue our truck. While we were waiting for the tire plug to set, we hiked to the Center of Utah and had a look-see.
We stayed on the west side where it was drier and just explored for the most part. It sure is greening up and looking more like Spring, yippee!
Monday the storms rolled in again and brought hail this time. Mom and Dad decided to take off early to miss that kind of fun, besides get home at a decent time. Uncle Eric and John took off to get more firewood to dry camp out. John was on his motorcycle and ran over a sagebrush. Somehow he got all squirrelly in the air and came down hard on his side in the middle of the road. Diagnosis: possible broken ribs and a broken foot.
Of course the sun decided to shine bright and hot just as we all were driving out of camp. Oh, well. Overall, everyone did have a good time!
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