I was heading up towards Vernal Falls in the late morning after having scrambled up to Sierra Point earlier in the day. The usual water fountain near the bridge wasn’t operational, so I was attempting to scramble down to the riverbank to fetch some water. I’m still not quite sure what exactly I did, but I managed to turn my ankle and applied enough pressure to snap most of the major bones in my lower leg. I hobbled down the remainder of the slab and called out to some other hikers on the bridge.
Reminds me of the time my dad and stepmom were camping and she slipped on a wet rock and broke her ankle real good. Fortunately she had worked for over 20 years as a surgical technician with an orthopedic team so she knew exactly what had to be done first: reduce the fracture. Talking my dad in to tugging hard on her foot to reduce it was the hard part. Well, the surgery and recovery was not easy, but at least her friends from the hospital were doing all the work.
By the way: Hey John, let us know how you’re doing, OK?