I love big waves, but what we found at the beach last weekend was beyond rough. A hurricane in the Atlantic was just starting to pick things up, and unbeknownst to us, there was a riptide warning. We innocently hit the waves with our boogie boards… and Gary left the skin from half his face mixed into the concrete-hard shore, Wren got rolled so hard she came up with more sand on her head than hair (and a tear in her eye, but she kept going), I got slapped upside the back of the head with a wave-enforced boogie board so hard it gave me a 24-hour headache, and, worst of all, the first wave she saw tore Andrea’s ACL.
UPDATE: An MRI confirmed the tear. She’s pondering her less-than-optimal options. :-(
UPDATE: Andrea had physical therapy today, she was happy with the way it went, whoop. And Uncle Ron (the surgeon) says he never had surgery and did fine. More to come…
