One look at the stairs, coated in ice, should have been enough. A second look should have confirmed the decision based on the first look. By the time we got to the third look we were already too far down to turn around.
It wasn't even an epic adventure. Just a quick wander up the trail at the end of the road like just about every other Monday, Wednesday, or Friday morning. Rain or shine as long as I don't have any early morning meetings. Starting in the dark to find some time alone.
There are 102 steps down to the waterfall viewing platform. Around about step 85 my feet were no longer on the step. I did that thing you're not supposed to do and put my left hand back to cushion the fall. I knew it was hurt immediately. Not like crushing your hand while logging hurt, but still hurt.
Yes, I continued down to see the waterfall. It's not like 30 additional steps were going to make a difference. I kept my glove on and cradled my hand to my chest for the mile and a half back to the house.
A few hours later I was getting x-rayed, then referred to my surgeon for a review. (Just two more surgeries and I get one for free!) When I visited a couple of days later they took more images and declared it was a minor break and I just needed a cast and splint for the next six weeks.
So... lesson learned? Pfft. Hardly. Lessons are for chumps. You might learn something from this, though. Basically: Don't do what I do.
