Oops Tempus Fugit!

My, how time flies! It’s been a year since writing about breaking me ankle. Tip of the ole hat across the pond to Simone for nudging me into an update. Surgery went well with Doc carving in a titanium plate and nine screws. May have been a bit of overkill but he honored my wishes to be able to do “everything I did before” with a bionic ankle. The hardest part of it all was the sitting around while healing. For a wanderer that was a veryyy long slog. Several months later it was made more tolerable when I got crutches and Dad would take me to local parks for roof-less respite (thank you Dad for helping enormously during my downtime!). Oh yeh — that very expensive helicopter ride? I was able to negotiate them down to a few thousand bucks from their massively insane $80k+ bill. Phew. Still, shows how crazy the medical system can be in the States. In late May I did a test run by hitting the road for a few weeks in the camper (well… I should say wildfires in the area prompted me to escape…