Rocks and old age
Rock hopping is one of those things that you don't figure out you're getting too old to do with abandon until it's too late. I slipped off a rock above Tremont a while back during a very high water stretch and nearly drowned. Thanks to a couple of fishermen from Nashville who hauled me out of the river with a makeshift rope of bungee cords I got away only having lost my - it still hurts to say it - Winston.
I started to be a little more careful - and then last Sunday I got a reminder. Slipped off a rock above Elkmont and slammed my kneecap on a rock. The xrays should be back today. Only lost my forceps that time so things are improving.
Inside I still think I'm 18 but maybe my bruises will convince my brain that I'm actually almost 50.