That Was Unfortunate

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This weekend was something I had looked forward to for weeks. Snowshoes were purchased after consulting with friends and family. Saturday morning I drove to Grand Digue to meet with other geocachers. The first part of our adventure would be walking across Shediac Bay to Skull Island, the, on to Shediac island for about 5 hours of hiking before walking back across the ice. I had barely walked out more than 100 feet (30 metres) onto the ice when my feet slipped out from under me. There I sat, serious dent in my pride…wrist is a bit sore, but I’ll be fine (I hope). We continued across the frozen bay (temperature -14°C) much more carefully. Walking about a kilometre we arrived at Skull Island. To climb up the embankment we needed to use a rope to pull ourselves up. That’s when I realized I had a problem. I could wriggle my fingers…move my hands…a bit painful….but I’m not sure why I can’t grasp the rope with my left hand. One of my group was a nurse….she looked at my wrist suggesting it might be broken. No good. The other hikers helped me get my snowshoes on so I was less likely to fall again and we continued another half kilometre to Shediac Island. We hiked for about 2 hours before most of the other hikers had any idea I was in pain. It was arranged for me to be taken back to the mainland by ATV. Once back at my car I drove myself home (40 minutes) and then had my husband drive me to the ER where X-rays confirmed it. My wrist was broken.