Golfing, Guns & a Broken Bone

We spent last week at the Idaho cabin having a great time with familia. I'm just a bit clumsy and normally sporting a few bruises to prove it. Well, this time I really did it. Just three days into the trip, I broke my foot and earned the nickname - One Good Foot. You should see the bruise on my foot; it's fantastic!

Darin and I were planning to ride our road bikes that morning, and although my foot hurt, I was 105% certain that it wasn't broken (x-ray eyes, you know), so I put on my clicky shoes and got on my bike. Darin was riding right by me watching for any problem signs, but unfortunately, I couldn't click that foot into its pedal and only made it a mile or so before he called the race. Oh, if only my bones were as thick as my head. Thankfully, Robin rode my bike a time or two, so it was still able to get out on the beautiful mountain roads.

One morning, we enjoyed Bacon Explosion for breakfast courtesy of Brad. It's bacon artfully cross-hatched around sausage that's wrapped around bacon. It was yummy and low carb!Here's Darin and Mitchie. I wonder if someday we'll stop calling Mitchell "Mitchie" - more than likely we won't. (Hey Mitchie - go into the forest and get me a shrubbery!)

Even with the broken bone, we had a great time. We golfed, took the 4-wheelers out, shot guns, and watched the 4th of July parade. Sounds like Idaho!