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What a world. So, since I last posted to the blog several interesting things have happened.

Firstly, I never made it to Crater Lake with my dear wife. Now the clutch cable on the old Isuzu have broken. This is getting so old! No pun intended of course. So there sits the newly repaired broken Isuzu in the drive way in front of the cottage. At least it didn't die somewhere on the road twenty thousand miles from home. Parts are almost impossible to acquire since Isuzu is no longer sells vehicles in the US. Why do I cleave to the old bucket of bolts? Well it is a 4x4 diesel and gets 37 mpg. Nevertheless the nasty beast is really dangerous. Which brings me to the next phase of the cursed drama of my involvement with the infernal combustion engine.

I did manage to drive the rig for a few days before it went belly up AGAIN. So I went to the homestead of one of the local villagers. This visit was focused on stream restoration possibilities and riparian zone revitalization. It was a productive visit for the watershed if things go as proposed.

As I was departing the property, passing the second gate, I decided not to turn off the truck as I opened the gate. Normally I do in order to put it into gear to prevent the truck from rolling (no e-break remember). The truck seemed stable, soooo.....

I opened the gate and turned toward the vehicle only to see my truck rolling down the road. Superman to the rescue! I plainly saw that the truck was going to take out a fence post. A fancy fence post just recently installed. soooo.....

I did something very very foolish but purely in the Petrowski MO. I ran in front of the pick up to either stop it or slow it down. After all it is only a light weight 4 cylinder diesel, right? It kept moving inexorably forward with my resistant physical frame unwillingly capitulating to the force. Sounds exciting huh?

The truck finally did stop. And neither did it take out the fence post! BUT... (Or should I say "butt") I managed to stop the vehicle by temporarily sacrificing an appendage. Namely, I am currently hobbling around in a walking cast for a fractured tibia and severe soft tissue damage to my right leg and ankle.

Look, I have this problem. I am a sixty one year old man living in the back woods that thinks he's 18 years old. My lifestyle choices have extricated out of me the common sense associated with the refinements and amenities of modern life. That and a healthy dose of folly will continue to teach me new lessons the hard way. So, no excuses. What I did was dumb dumb dumb. I have a walking cast and crutches to remind me of this for the next short while so don't berate me.

Did I mention pain pills that I refuse to take?

How 'bout you pray for me instead?