Rancho Sierra Vista

Tuesday we traveled to Lukachukia to deliver job opportunities to the chapter house. Then we traveled up over Buffalo Pass, which was one of the tightest switch backs that I have ever been on up over the mountains. It was a beautiful drive, we loved every minute of it. Anyone with a weak stomach would not make it over this pass without tossing their cookies.

We were on our way to Farmington to do our shopping that we had missed doing on Monday due to helping the mexican boys. We drove over a part of the desert we had not gone over before and saw “shiprock” from a totally new point of view. It was breathtaking beautiful. What we haven’t seen in the forty years of going through the four corners is the rock edge from the shiprock through the desert. It kinda reminded me of a dinosaurs back, it was wonderful.

Wednesday began normal, but went down hill fast. On our walk to the post office I fell flat on my face without using my hands to help break the fall. I had been given the cell phone to talk to James and I had Charlee’s lease in the other hand. The sidewalks on the rez is questionable at best anyway I tripped and fell flat. I could see it happening in slow motion and could do nothing to change fate. I landed on my nose and I thought I had broken it. The pain was terrible. I ruined my glasses and I was covered in blood. I was a bit dizzy when dad helped me up and several natives stopped to render help. We walked slowly home and I carefully washed off the blood from around my eyes and off my nose and face. I spent several hours in bed trying to get my head straight. The pain is dull in a way but also feels like a bee stinging me. Go figure.

Today though I look really bad and I’m waiting for my eyes to go black and blue, my head is a little better and Sister Kelpetz told me to take it a bit easy today. So dad delivered the job listings to six of our chapter houses and met with the Elders in Many Farms for a bit. Charlee and I went along only we stayed in the car. No foot races for me today. I will have to get new glasses, and my nose is to sore to even wear them except for a few minutes to see something. Dad says it will take a few days. My right hand has a huge chunk of skin ripped off the small finger that dad cut the rest of the way off and it is sore. There must be a lesson here somewhere. I’ll let you know when I decide what it is. Maybe its the fact that with both knees skinned up I won’t have to wear panty hose for a few days, Erin can identify with that.