It couldn't have been less glorious if I'd been beat up by a Brownie scout.
I was setting up camp on Friday night and tripped in a hole that a previous camper had dug and didn't fill.
I knew something was probably wrong because I heard a snap. I didn't think it was broken though.
So we camped and rode and had a grand ol' time all weekend. Then I went back to work yesterday. Half way through the day I decided I'd better get it looked at and went to urgent care.
The doc at Urgent Care said it wasn't a sprained ankle, but a broken leg. Then today I saw a specialist who told me in so many words that I get extra credit, because it's a bad sprain AND a broken tibia. Yay me.
So I get this cast for the next three weeks. They'll change it out and we'll talk about the plan after that.
Fill your holes when you pull out of camp. You never know when a fool like me will stomp through camp and do a brodie in the hole you dug to level your rig.