The end destination of the trail is a series of rock "slides" (not the kind you would want to slide down) draining into and out of a large rock pool. My aunt Barbie, cousin Lisa and I made it to the basin, and were crossing one last time to grab a spot to sit and enjoy the views. Barbie and I made it across just fine, but Lisa was stuck on the other side with Cooper, our dog. He's not the best swimmer and was kind of fussing around, not wanting to try and swim where there was current and he couldn't touch the bottom. Lisa put his leash on so at least I would be able to sort of tow him across and keep him from sliding down the 20 feet of rock slides out of the basin. But the dog was spazzing out, and I totally thought Lisa was going to get knocked off the narrow ledge and go sliding down herself. So I kind of lost my cool (and my footing) and faceplanted right in the rocks and current. Barbie, luckily, grabbed my shirt and kept ME from heading down the rock slide headfirst (not kidding, that would have been a concussion scenario AT BEST). When I scrambled out of the water at first I just felt frozen, but as I thawed out I noticed my forearm, wrist and elbow were pretty sore. It became more evident trying to navigate back down the steep path to the trailhead. I've never had a broken bone, but I though for sure that's what I was dealing with today; it was just so sore and couldn't support any weight. But, alas, a trip to the emergency room later and I'm lucky (?) to just have a sprain and some bruises. I should really invest in a helmet - like, to wear around every day. I'm such a klutz. But I must say, it was a nice hike -- and the arm isn't anything some ice and Advil won't cure.
Some pics my husband was taking downstream while I was flailing around up top ...
This is what I would have fallen down. The pool is above these rapids, at the top left of the photo.
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