That's what time we got back.  We dropped "the cousins" off at Safeway but there was no way Nikki could drive herself home so we drove her the 45 minutes home.  We helped her out of the car and into the house.  We did not know whether or not to take her boot off.  It didn't look good...but it was late and (drum roll please) the next day was Nikki's birthday!!




She was stuck in this chair for days with her broken ankle because she couldn't make it up the stairs.  Good thing she was on vacation and didn't have to work, right?  Despite the pain and "swarling" she had to go through, she really was a great sport.  As a matter of fact, she joined ALL of us at the property in the D-Springs for some fun a couple days later.  Although her's was not the only injury during this week, I would say that the others were minimal in comparison.  Big J crashed his dirt bike (man down!) on the hill while I managed to get a chunk taken out of my neck courtesy of the go kart's seatbelt (ouch)!


Poor Broken Nikki, no one would let her go for a ride...