SO.
Right after our long hike with the Downses, we walked down to the creek, just a few steps away from our cabin...
...and I lost my pinky toenail.
AND not just the nail, the nail-bed too.
It just...popped right off. It was the weirdest thing.
So anyway, I'll post pictures of the our adventures in the creek later, but when I jumped in for the first time I wasn't sure how deep it was so I made sure to keep my legs up, but when I was putting them down to feel for the bottom, it was a lot closer than I realized and I hit my toe. It's really annoying because I didn't scrape any other part of my foot or toes or anything. Just my toenail.
Lame.
The rest of these pictures are from the morning we took a walk and explored the area around us...
This is a front view of our cabin...
Uncle Tim and Wyatt really are best friends, but they'll deny it if you ask them...
I hitched a ride on Jeff's back the way back because my toe was killing me...
Isn't he the best? Haha!
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