Tonight I joined the varsity scouts for a hike to the rope swing by Deuel Creek. We had a party of six, with one other adult. 4 of us made it to the swing easily, while 2 lagged behind. I got some running in shuttling back and forth between the groups, since I wasn't familiar with our destination. When the slower two were making the final leg, I ran ahead to see how far the trail went before dwindling away. My son met me (and startled me brilliantly) when I was coming back with news that one of the boys had fallen off the swing and hurt himself. Sure enough, he had banged his right shin pretty hard, and couldn't put any weight on it. We tried helping him hop to no avail. We were around 2 miles away from the car, but this kid was big, probably 150 lbs. Me and Kevin (the other adult) ended up carrying him down on our backs. Kevin probably did 70%. It turns out I'm not very good at carrying my body weight. Anyhow, we got him down just as it was getting dark. His parents took him straight to the instacare; I don't know the results yet. Hopefully he's all right. I found some new muscles tonight trying to decelerate over 300 lbs coming down a hill. I'll have to retrace our steps tomorrow with the GPS. It'll be worth knowing real distances. This is one of those stories that'll get better with each retelling, I would imagine.
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