On a lovely sunny day last week Gene felt the need to get one last paragliding flight in before I left for Massachusetts. No problem, I was tied up with an appointment with an equine nutritionist ( think feed smarter not higher cost). The car was at the spa all fixed and ready to be paid for and picked up, so husband paid for it and grabbed the keys on his way out to the flying site. We could pick it up at our leisure during the weekend.
All well and good until he nose dived crashed on take off, causing a compression fracture to one of the lumbar vertebrae. He managed to drive himself to the hospital where they so kindly put him up for the night. Of course I didn't know any of this until a call just around dark. I was expecting him to be asking if he could pick up dinner. HA!
Well he made it home the next day on his own power, a friend zoomed me down to Ashland so I could pick up my own car once I had the only set of keys in hand and got some much needed shopping done after the patient was put to bed. The trip has been put on hold until his back heals. Estimates say 4-6 weeks before being back to 100%.
As disappointing and annoying as this all is I am grateful it is what it is. It could have been so much worse. I have never been behind this hobby of his. As dangerous as horseback riding is, it doesn't come close to paragliding and at 51, I am oh so careful about where,when and how I ride. If one of my horses is off and cranky I'll gladly play the chicken, get off or go home as there is always another day. I am not the adrenaline junkie my husband is that's for sure! :-) I have been eyeing that paragliding wing and I am sure I could turn it into a very nice tent.....