I failed to mention my little tumble. Like I had said, it was really hot this week, so I decided to walk up the little creek by my campsite. It started out with a sand and gravel bottom for the first mile or so, but went through a long stretch of sandstone bed. The sandstone was level, and the creek had cut a channel two feet deep. It was easier walking on the rock, so that is what I was doing. There is a couple of small 2 foot waterfalls, one of which has a pretty good pool for sitting. Not far past there I was on a stretch that had seeps on the edge, so the rock was covered with green moss. I said out loud, "this is dangerous as hell." No sooner had I said it, and my feet went out from under me. Luckily my face and right leg broke my fall. I got a little scrape on my face and a bruise on my leg, but nothing broken. I went back and sat in the pool and let the waterfall pound on me for a good half hour before I headed back toward camp. I bushwhacked back.
