This past week I headed up to Northern Wisconsin to camp at one of my favorite places, the Northern Highland – American Legion State Forest.

My campsite was right along Plum Creek, which feeds into the lake. There is a real nice secluded trail that runs along the creek, filled with beautiful scenes like the one below.

The first half of the week, the weather was very warm and muggy. I ended up spending a lot of time sitting in the shade, along lake shores such as this, reading.

The cooler, dryer weather finally arrived on Thursday and I decided it was time to hit one of my favorite hiking trails, the Star Lake Nature Trail.

Moments after I took the picture below, I tripped on something, and landed hard on my left hand.

When I picked myself up and took a look at my left arm, something obviously was not right. A trip to the Eagle River Hospital confirmed my suspicions. My wrist was broken, along with the rest of my camping trip.

Although obviously disappointed, I was glad for one thing — it wasn’t my right wrist (and dominant hand) that was fractured.

One of the nurses that helped treat me was familiar with where I was hiking. “That is a beautiful trail. You were probably watching the scenery instead of where you were going.”

I have no doubt.