Springtime here in Safford can only be described one way: abysmally windy.
That being said... Our new car needs a bit of work and it was at the mechanic. The evening was coming so I assumed they hadn't quite finished the work and would keep it over night. Then, just before they closed the call came. Within minutes we were on our bikes riding to pick it up, shove the bikes (we found out later that the carriage, my bike and the kid seat on the back of my bike can't quite fit without disassembling things a bit) in the back and head home for dinner.
That didn't happen as planned.
Abysmally windy, right?
We made it about a half mile down the road when the wind quieted a bit and Cairn decided to try some tricks... namely swerving and leaning her weight off kilter then quickly re-balancing herself. I warned her not to. She said something about it being ok. And the wind gusted.
Cairn face-planted. I couldn't just run to her because Gauge was sitting in the kid seat on the bike with me -- which means as soon as I let go of the bike it would all fall down. So I had to watch Cairn laying on the road, trapped under her bike to shocked and hurt to get up herself.
Well, we did get her up. Given the decision of walking home or riding home she chose to get back on the bike. And then once home and washed up we found just a bloody nose and a bit of scraped up skin... and shock that wiped out all memory of the past few hours. You know... nothing soap, water and Mommy snuggles couldn't fix.
We're affectionately calling her patch while her nose bears the badge of her first wipe out.
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