Last night, I was trying to install the Yakima Q-posts onto our Dakota's cab. (Incidentally, our hope to paddle on Lake Hickory yesterday, after picking up Kathleen's Pungo, was washed out by a rainy forecast.) I'd gotten the two posts on each end of a 66" bar and asked her to help on one side and lift the bar up from resting across the bed to sitting on top of the cab. She didn't want to pick it up over her head and insisted on getting our short stepladder. As she was going into the house to retrieve it, somehow she managed to slam the door on her right middle & ring finger - pretty good too. She was in a semi-fetal position for a good 5-10 minutes. She says the middle finger feels fractured. We splinted it with a cut down wooden shim and scotch tape.
That pretty much wrecked the plan to paddle up Buffalo Creek on Saturday and go to Lake Lure on Sunday. Saturday became an off-day. The splint has been working okay - with some boosts from painkillers. Kathleen is hell bent to take her kayak out tomorrow.
In the meanwhile, Kathleen says our back porch is looking like "Kinarsy's garbage dump" (some New York Irish expression). I don't know what she's talking about:
You can't tell here but Kathleen's Pungo is a pretty lime green while my Manitou is a puky lime green. Hers is actually a mottled coloring so the white background gives it a lighter and brighter look.
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