Good Bye Alaska

This is my last post on our Alaska Adventures as I have had an entirely different sort of adventure.

We were in Petersburg, awaiting the arrival of our eldest daughter and her family later in the day, having taken our youngest daughter and her family to the airport the previous day.  An early, brisk, 5 mile walk started my morning.  Returning to the docks, in the now 12th day of rain, I encountered  a slick, slippery, steep ramp to the docks - 160 degree angle -  and down I went and my wrist bellowed a loud "pop" or maybe that was me bellowing.

Anyway, I was lucky, so the clinic/"hospital" told me, as their orthopod - who only comes in 4 times a month or 4 times a year, somewhat unclear here - was there!  The rest of the time he works as a commercial  fisherman.  Yes, a fisherman fixed my fracture.  And may I say it all seemed pretty medieval - I think he has spent too much time at sea improvising medical equipment.  There was traction, and manipulation and, well... "ow" when he forced the bones back together.

Casted and drugged, we continued our travels on to Wrangell while I made arrangements to fly to Seattle for surgery.  Luckily, we now had the kids on board to help with docking and cooking. I left the group - and after having spent 3 months on the boat - I felt like I was being ripped out of the womb.

I did have surgery in Seattle, which continues to have the best medical care in the country, and now I am recuperating at the home of friends.  After the kids left, a friend of Jim's flew from Michigan to Ketchikan to help him bring the boat south.  I hope to fly to BC to join them soon.

It was a wonderful summer and even though we didn't get to finish the trip the way we wanted, well, there's always next time.