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Friday, July 11, 2003

Agitated and irritated.
Pain and loss of blood.
Falling, but flying.
Thread through the knee.
Rips in new shorts.
Sandal lost.
Towel caught.
These are the adventures of
a wannabe cliff-jumper...

Last night I fell down a cliff. My friend and I were trying to get down to this swimming area so that we could swim across and then go cliff jumping. We couldn't find the actual trail so we sort of made our own. We were going down this cliff and she was almost at the bottom of it so I started going down it. I thought I was doing fine and then all of a sudden I was going really fast. I opened my eyes and pain shot all through my body. I don't really know what happened, but she said I flew over her head. :S One of my sandals got lost and my towel is a gonner, too. I almost lost my bag which contained my camera and cell phone and numerous other valuable items; "luckily" for me, my bag ended up in a twisted not around my body. I lay there stunned for a couple of minutes and then worked my way down the rest of the "path". Once at the bottom we further inspected my injuries and decided that I needed to see a doctor. Not my choice of conclusions. I was dizzy and nauseated. My friend swam across to the other side of the water to see if she could find an easier path for us to go up. No such luck. So, we started going up the embankment that I had just fallen down, but ended up vearing to the left. After a long hall and creating yet another trail for ourselves we finally found the real trail. We hiked the real trail back up to the road and just a couple minutes before the road we found the
real path. Once at the parking lot, we realized that the park had been closed for almost an hour and a half. She struggled to open the gate, but thankfully succeeded. At the hospital I was asked numerous times what sort of adventure i had just embarked on. Dirt covered me, cuts had become the main surface of my body and I was walking like a drunk - with no shoes. [Five] stitches later and with a pamphlet about concussions I was on my way to the store to get Gobstoppers... and the home. - These are the adventures of Daniella and Megan -

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