I was just reminded of how quickly things can go awry, and how being solo can change the outcome. Took 8 llamas to set up my elk camp, got it set and woke up and was going to climb a knob and look for elk at daybreak, was feeling a bit lazy and thought a pot of coffee would really help with that climb. Stove was going and I tottered down to the creek for a pot of water and for some dumbass reason went barefoot. Filled the pot and a bottle and on about the 3rd step back towards the tent stepped on a log which rolled and before I knew it was wearing the water and my feet were pointed at the sky and one was squirting red stuff.
Limped up and made coffee after things warmed up went to the creek to wash it out and look it over. All the way to the tendons on the bottom of my toe, I was suddenly in quite a pickle and 6-7 miles from the truck with 8 llamas and two dogs to get out of there. No cell signal of course.
Could have been laying down by that creek with a busted leg or arterial bleeding just as easy and of course the in-reach and phone were on the sleeping bag in the tent a long crawl away.
Amazing how quickly a routine act can go wrong with too many birthdays and a bit of stupidity mixed in.