Wilderness First Aid

This weekend fifteen brave outdoor souls devoted their precious time to Wilderness First Aid (re-)certification. Tom from SOLO was great as usual. He had good stories to tell--although right now I don't seem to remember any of them (maybe I hit my head? or am I hypothermic?). Either way, it all culminated in Mike Strong (or strong Mike?) falling out of a tree (he was trying to bearbag and failed miserably, why was he climbing a tree anyway?) and landing on Allison, who landed on Art, who landed on Mette, who happened to land on Eric. Mette and Art were pretty whiny about it, while self-less Allison was more worried about Eric, who, however, seemed to take things pretty well. Then again, this may have been due to his being unresponsive. (Mette couldn't tell because she was crying so much over her broken wrist, which Art's torso had crushed. gosh, Art.) To the rescue came Sarah L., Katie, Mackenzie,Kurt, Ashley, Eitan, Erin, Leonard, Kat, and Kathryn, some of whom had just miraculously recovered from hypothermia. Soon, however, everyone came close to hypothermia (again?) as very well-simulated snow came falling from the sky (oh wait, real snow?). Especially the victims had a hard time of it, with all that snow falling into their eyes while they had their bodies immobilized and checked for spinal injuries. Eric still remained pretty indifferent to the matter. Then again, he was still not responsive. Art may have been jealous of all the attention Eric was getting as he feigned decreased mental function. Maybe his head just is unstable.

Denial does away with all homework. Right?

Fun fact: Sever is the place to be if you are a tourist. Apparently. This does create long lines for the bathroom.

Take-home lesson: Don't try to teach children fly-fishing. Unless, of course, you want to get some practice in removing impaled objects. In which case, this is a very good way to go about it.