In stitches



It was a beautiful evening … the water was warm …

Siblings were playing together.

Mothers were cooking dinner.

Fathers were supervising children.

All was right with the world in the woods.





They climbed every mountain.

They forded every stream.

The would have followed every rainbow (had there been one) — to find their dreams.

There was no sound of music, but laughter and giggles were plentiful.





Who knew disaster was lurking on the riverbank.





But it was and it did and we ended up here.

You see … the thing about rivers and rocks is that they play well with little boys.

And little boys play well with others, but what they really, really love …

is throwing rocks in the river.

The problem?

Four-year-olds aren’t very accurate when throwing rocks.

Accidents happen.





Now she can say her brother had her in stitches on vacation!

It was nothing major — just a small, gaping little gash — but it required three stitches.

She was brave. And she’s fine. She even comforted her little brother who was very concerned and sorry and sad and gave her a huge hug when we returned to the woods.





This is the view from the hospital parking lot.

It felt like a walk in the clouds.

It also felt refreshing to be in — and out — of an emergency room in under an hour. I’m still in shock. In fact, the next time one of my children needs stitches, thinks they have appendicitis or needs a two-inch thorn extracted from a foot and all of the urgent care offices are closed because these things always happen at night,

I’m going to load them in the car and drive two hours to Brookville, Pa.

It would still be quicker than a trip to our local hospital. After a 40-minute drive you’re greeted by signs posted in the waiting room: Average patient wait: 4 1/2 hours.

I kid you not. Metropolitan area, you see.

Brookville Hospital? Not so much.

Of course, mothers are bound to love any place that eases their baby’s pain and makes everything better.





Speaking of making everything better …

Ice cream did the trick for the victim.





And her attacker.

Go exploring! You may enjoy these previous posts.


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    Jeremy Lucas August 28, 2010 (8:27 am)

    Brookville? You would perhaps be near cooks forest would you? Because Clarion hospital is also near there. I had a similar trip there when I was younger. Mine included a thrown rock at a family reunion… but it was my ankle it hit and broke. Kept me out of my first year of Bantam football league. lol. I’m actually from clarion county pa… and we always went back to cooks forest for our family reunions. My grand father owned cabins at the forest. Good times.
    Assuming your at cooks, make sure ya all explore the caves underneath Seneca Point. And there’s a nice bar/ sandwhich joint on the edge of clarion. Right on River hill.

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    Nashville August 28, 2010 (9:04 am)

    Oh the memories made at Clear Creek! This trip definitely won’t be forgotten! The attacker sure doesn’t look very vicious! LOL

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    Farmgirl August 28, 2010 (9:39 am)

    We were at Clear Creek, but we spent some time at Cook Forest, too. Had to take the kids to the trout pond so we could have a fish fry! We’ll have to try the River Hill joint next trip, but we did explore the rocks and caves! Love the entire area. 🙂

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    Jane August 28, 2010 (8:04 pm)

    When we went to Disney World last time, Garrett was in the room less than 15 minutes until we were riding in the ambulance to the hospital in Celebration FL for a boatload of stitches. Cut himself when he was using the glass glass to rinse himself off in the bathtub and he dropped & broke it. 🙂 Fun, fun, fun!!

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    vonnie August 28, 2010 (8:55 pm)

    Oh, poor kid. Brings back memories of my family vacations with 3 children. Never a dull moment. So glad she’s ok.