Chapter 8 – Meet Up
After putting my crutches in the trunk, I very gingerly worked my way into the driver’s seat of my car. I didn’t want to show Terri any signs of weakness on my part. I’d play my obvious limp by ear when I got to the park if I had to do any walking in her view. My hope was to avoid it at all and not do any weight bearing.
I pulled out of Morelville onto SR 45. It was a beautiful day and, were it not for my mission; I might actually have enjoyed the drive. I passed several cars headed in the opposite direction coming into the area. They were loaded with people probably planning a weekend in the Blue Rock State Park. I envied them for their coming adventures and for the mobility they likely had to enjoy them.
Mentally, I shook myself then I said out loud, “Stop wallowin
