In the sh*t happens department I managed to break my fibula (the small non-weight bearing bone in the leg) on a geomorphology field trip yesterday slipping off the top of a slick log. I had hoped is was just a sprain, but no such luck. GSA is out. The thought of driving all the way from Pocatello to Denver sounds like hell as well as navigating the Denver Convention Center with a cast. So, hopefully I will make it to the regional GSA meeting in Las Vegas and the annual one in Houston 2008.
What this ALSO means that REALLY stinks is that I am going to have to take a medical withdrawal or an incomplete from my fly fishing class. There is no way in heck I can fly fish with a bum leg.