A bit of an indecisive day weather-wise – kind of a mix of sun and cloud. Deciding to do outdoorsy stuff before the weather turned, we headed out to Kakabeka Falls. I put down the very back seat in the Nissan Armada, and there was lots of room for the wheelchair and oxygen, while still able to seat five people.
Kakabeka Falls is mostly wheelchair accessible. By mostly, I mean there’s a lot of boardwalk installed, which is good. There’s also some gravel patches, which is not so good. Even with the boardwalk, ambulation sometimes involved racing downhill with Dad, and other times, I’d be leaning over and huffing and puffing like I’m pushing a coal bin uphill. Whew. All of a sudden, I’m too hot in my long sleeves. Dammit. What happened to the clouds?
The falls are pretty impressive, though, and Mom & Dad both enjoyed them. On the way back to the vehicle, I somehow managed to step off the boardwalk and twisted my ankle. Aargh, to the sharp pain in my ligaments. I’ll just sit down for a minute and wait for Mom and Monica to catch up. (Why is the wheelchair guy faster than them? Oh yeah, because I’m pushing him.) When they catch up, I start off with Dad again, only to step off the boardwalk and twist my ankle in the same damn spot. Okay, now I’m limping. Who hurts their ankle stepping off a boardwalk? That’s like breaking your heel while taking out the garbage (hi, Carol!), or breaking your ankle while stepping out to get your mail (hi, Glenn!). It would be much more understandable to say I twisted my ankle while falling out of my Nissan Armada. In fact, from now on, that’s what I’m going to say. “And then I lost my balance and broke my ankle while climbing down from my SUV.”
Anyway, my injuries were not debilitating, so we went shopping. Monica demanded housewarming gifts from everyone. I laughed in her face, but Mom & Dad bought her a dehumidifier. Yes, I know, it doesn’t sound very exciting. But she’s got this basement that was obviously hand-carved out of Canadian Shield rock, and it is damp damp damp.
And let me just point out that the Nissan Armada can carry four people, a wheelchair and oxygen, a giant dehumidifier, and lotso other crap. I love you, Armada. U & me 4-ever. (Even if you did break my ankle.)
By then it was raining, so we headed home for food time! Monica cooked some Elk Stew for supper (not as wacky as it sounds - it was actually pretty yummy). But, I mean - Elk Stew. Doesn't that just sound like we're out in the great, unexplored hinterlands or something? The True North strong and free...
We finished off the day by watching The Prestige. Monica and I had a difference of opinion as to who was the badder dude, although watching it the second time around, I'd have to say that they're all the same. They all do the same bad things, and make the same obsessive mistakes. Definitely worth seeing more than once, because the second time around you understand everything, and can pay more attention to the details and the clues.
Kakabeka Falls is mostly wheelchair accessible. By mostly, I mean there’s a lot of boardwalk installed, which is good. There’s also some gravel patches, which is not so good. Even with the boardwalk, ambulation sometimes involved racing downhill with Dad, and other times, I’d be leaning over and huffing and puffing like I’m pushing a coal bin uphill. Whew. All of a sudden, I’m too hot in my long sleeves. Dammit. What happened to the clouds?
The falls are pretty impressive, though, and Mom & Dad both enjoyed them. On the way back to the vehicle, I somehow managed to step off the boardwalk and twisted my ankle. Aargh, to the sharp pain in my ligaments. I’ll just sit down for a minute and wait for Mom and Monica to catch up. (Why is the wheelchair guy faster than them? Oh yeah, because I’m pushing him.) When they catch up, I start off with Dad again, only to step off the boardwalk and twist my ankle in the same damn spot. Okay, now I’m limping. Who hurts their ankle stepping off a boardwalk? That’s like breaking your heel while taking out the garbage (hi, Carol!), or breaking your ankle while stepping out to get your mail (hi, Glenn!). It would be much more understandable to say I twisted my ankle while falling out of my Nissan Armada. In fact, from now on, that’s what I’m going to say. “And then I lost my balance and broke my ankle while climbing down from my SUV.”
Anyway, my injuries were not debilitating, so we went shopping. Monica demanded housewarming gifts from everyone. I laughed in her face, but Mom & Dad bought her a dehumidifier. Yes, I know, it doesn’t sound very exciting. But she’s got this basement that was obviously hand-carved out of Canadian Shield rock, and it is damp damp damp.
And let me just point out that the Nissan Armada can carry four people, a wheelchair and oxygen, a giant dehumidifier, and lotso other crap. I love you, Armada. U & me 4-ever. (Even if you did break my ankle.)
By then it was raining, so we headed home for food time! Monica cooked some Elk Stew for supper (not as wacky as it sounds - it was actually pretty yummy). But, I mean - Elk Stew. Doesn't that just sound like we're out in the great, unexplored hinterlands or something? The True North strong and free...
We finished off the day by watching The Prestige. Monica and I had a difference of opinion as to who was the badder dude, although watching it the second time around, I'd have to say that they're all the same. They all do the same bad things, and make the same obsessive mistakes. Definitely worth seeing more than once, because the second time around you understand everything, and can pay more attention to the details and the clues.
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