Olympic Game Farm

The adventures continue.
Yesterday I went with a friend to the Olympic Game Farm near (in?) Sequim, Washington.

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The experience was so fun and left no real possibility for me to roll my ankle as we drove through the park. We came upon Yak, Llamas, a Rhino, several Bears that did tricks (Grizzly and Black), Bunnies, a Bengal Tiger, Elk, Deer (of all kinds) and many Bison. Some of these animals are sort of gentle- nibbling the bread out of your hand. Some were much more aggressive and really wanted that bread, thank you…. Continue reading “Olympic Game Farm”

My Ankle, My Nemesis

Here’s a word I learned recently. Supinate.¬† It’s how I walk. Yes, I once¬† even said… it’s how I roll (cue groans).

Supination ( if this is a word) is when you put the weight on the outsides of your feet when you walk. This leads to sprained ankles in folks of all ages and denominations. Including myself. A 33 yr old… uhh.. Baptist? Methodist?
Jesus-ist maybe.

Anyway, here’s how the story goes. Last December I sprained my ankle doing the very tricky trick of stepping off of the porch into the grass. Bam. Or, crack, rather. Crack. Sprained ankle. Did I go to the doctor? No. Did I have have health insurance? Well I did for a few weeks, now that I think back, but all of that was complicated and confusing back in December…. Continue reading “My Ankle, My Nemesis”