Freak accident.

So, we had a pretty great Saturday wandering around Olympic National Park's Hurricane Ridge with Nathan and Duane in tow. There were some clouds, but it was beautiful. I took a lot of photos which will soon be forthcoming.

Then, yesterday happens. We were walking around Foster Island on the hunt for wild blackberries. Heading back to the car, I somehow strangely kicked Duane's shoe and either broke or dislocated a toe (or two or three) on my right foot. All I know is the following:

1. I looked down and my pinkie toe was facing the wrong direction.
2. I felt like I was going to pass out.
3. My head started to hurt immediately afterwards.
4. Approximately 1/3rd of my right foot is now swollen, bruised and purple.
5. It's hard to walk.

Boo.