My family and I went to the Georgia Decompression and had an amazing time. That will have to be a post of its own. Again incredible time.
They took off and I hung out for a few more hours and then reckoned it was time to go home. Now I had originally thought it would be fun to walk to the event, it was only around 2 miles from our house but not through the best of neighborhoods.
Cindy had the better sense and we drove.
As I said, Cindy and Skye had already left and it was such a beautiful moonlit evening.
Off I went, following the route that my Iphone had decided for me.
It was a little after 1 a.m., so there were still lots of people out and about, including plenty of cabs, but I was still feeling the energy from all the fire and dancing and communing.
Sometimes I just love going for a walk. I find it funny when someone asks me if something's walking distance. How much time do you have? I've walked for hours on end. I do get bored of the pace, so sometimes have to jog to change the rhythm.
But tonight I was fine just walking.
We parted ways when we got to the railroad tracks. And this is when things went downhill. Actually I went up the hill, which was one of the problems.
You see I had already hit a couple of dead ends and really didn't feel like going to the pedestrian walkway that went over the tracks. It was too out of the way. I decided the most direct route was a straight line. This was such a predetermined course in my mind that I didn't realize that the tunnel my buddy was headed down through went under the tracks.
A couple of points here in my defense, as nice as the homeless guy was I was ready to part ways and this junction seemed to make perfect sense at the time. I was loving the moonlight and the creepy orange lighting coming from the underpass just wasn't happening for me. Also, being a huge Jack Kerouac fan the tracks were calling me, despite the fact that trains and train tracks make me a little nervous. They are these big faceless machines that can really do a lot of damage when they get going.
By now I was convinced that the train was going to start right when I was in between the two cars.
So I better be quick about this and get moving.
My foot slid off the first thing I stepped up to raking my shin.
Then I went to jump off the other side and hit the big chunky gravel below.
My ankle turned and I went crashing down.
I accidentally snapped off this shot and didn't even realize it until I checked out the photos the following day.
Can't tell if that is a grimace or a smile.
I ended up limping the rest of the way home, while cabs continued to pass by. I refused to not finish my "walk". I also would feel silly taking a cab for a just a couple blocks.
I would love to say I learned some kind of lesson from the whole affair, but beside the obvious, "look before you leap" or be a tad more careful, I wouldn't have changed too much.