Fermenting Lemonade out of Lemons
An injury has thrown me for a loop, but the weirdness marches on.
So, apparently “slamming the type II fun” last month in Alaska had its price. My torn meniscus is bad. So bad I can’t really even walk three miles, let alone chase grouse in the mountains.
This was supposed to be an upland year for me, but I am down for the count. Am I frustrated and disappointed? You bet. A lot. But I’m not going to…