
They say some people have more money than sense. I'm blessed with not much of either. This weekend "Black Diamond" Ray Pendergraph and I took the KLR and F800 up to an ORV park called
Houston Valley. It's 22 miles of trails designed for ATVs and off-road motorcycles located a short distance from Dalton. When we arrived we paid our $5 entry fee and grabbed a map but didn't study it that carefully before taking off into the woods.

The trail started off easy, like a rough dirt road, but grew progressively more difficult. Eventually we realized this wasn't one of the trails listed "easiest" on the map. I guess we're not entirely sure but using the gps to narrow down our location and comparing it against the map, we determined we had ended up on the "black diamond" trial, which is somewhat higher in difficulty than the "more difficult" trails. Along the way we only passed little dirt bikes.

We survived the black diamond with only my one fall, headed back out to the parking lot, picked a new trail and went back in. This one was listed as "more difficult". Immediately it went up and down hills that 4wds would high center on. Up and down up and down up and down. Coming up one hill there was a vertical flat stone that looked innocent enough but somehow left me on the ground with the moto on my right foot. I got up and knew my foot was going to hurt. It felt like it was 5x bigger than normal but I could stand on it. When I fell Ray didn't notice and rode off but a man and his son came up the trail on their dirt bikes and helped me get the bike off the ground. The man said I had an "awfully big bike" for these trails. Yeah, probably so. Ray returned shortly after when I didn't arrive at a clearing up ahead.

I didn't know how badly my foot was injured so we turned the bikes around and headed back to the parking area. By then we had been riding most of the day so we decided to head back to Marietta, stopping at a Cracker Barrel along the way, then took 41 back down towards Acworth with a short detour around the lake. When I got off the bike in Atlanta my foot was really aching, but only when I tried to walk on it. I had a birthday party to go to though so I went by the apartment, hobbled into the shower, changed, and went to Marlowe's for the start of Steve Pinder's 30th birthday extravaganza.

Anna and Steve.

My normal foot next to my Frodo foot.
The next day Jen and Steve convinced me to go to the emergency room. In my medical opinion, the foot was not broken. I knew this because I imagined a broken foot would hurt a lot more, even when pressure was off it, and I had completed my MD earlier that morning at emedicinehealth.com.

We were at the emergency room for 3 hours but we had Starbucks and Photo Hunt on the iphone so it wasn't that bad. They took some X-rays and eventually the doctor came around to tell me it wasn't broken, that I should elevate it, and that I should stay on it to keep it from getting stiff. It's been two days and its already getting better. A broken foot would take 6-8 weeks to heal. Judging by progress made over the last two days (from hurting, to really hurting, to not hurting so much), I expect in a week or two it will be back to normal. All's well that ends well.