We’d been enjoying our July in Rapid City, hiking Bear Butte, strolling the city, running up the steps at the Dinosaur Park for extra exercise, taking in the Art Alley….
Then our adventure took a turn.
Coming out of the RV, I somehow lost my footing on the steps and went down hard on my right ankle. You’d think I would have taken a photo, but I was so angry at my clumsiness I didn’t. Of course, now I wish I had. Without the photo it’s hard (even for a writer like me) to create for you the vision: my right foot swelled to about twice its normal size, and took on varying, changing shades of purple, blue, black, green and yellow. For a couple of weeks I could barely walk; full recovery to regular hiking and jogging took months. Even now, about six months later, my lower leg and ankle let me know if I’ve overextended.
But… for us full-time RVers, that doesn’t mean the “vacation” ends — because we’re not on a vacation. We’re living a life on the road, and our wheels just keep turning.
What it did mean, at first, was that I couldn’t see as much walking or hiking. My world became limited to what I could see out the window.
We’d been planning to make our first visit to Theodore Roosevelt National Park in North Dakota soon after my accident — and I was hoping I’d be able to at least hobble a short hike or two when we got there.
Meantime, I spent our last days in Rapid City reading a lot. Taking naps. Sitting in the Jeep while Bob did the shopping and laundry (okay I’m spoiled — he usually does all of these things, but I help… and now I wasn’t there to lend a hand). He iced my ankle several times a day and I lived on baby aspirin.
At least there’s always plenty to see out an RV window. One day we had a fierce hail storm. It would have been more fun if it hadn’t been scary — would our plastic vent lids hold?
You can see how big some of the hail was — probably an inch or so in diameter! The noise was terrifying.
After the storm abated Bob ventured out for a look around. Not a ding. Whew!