I fractured my right foot in April and was in a boot for most of May and June. I wasn't about to let a boot stop me from making my annual pilgrimage to Acadia, though, so I drove seven hours each way in spite of the orthopedic device and camped for the long weekend—bones be damned. The cold was at least as much of a barrier as the break. Fortunately, I had friends, and fire, nearby. Not as many decent photos as last year, but I still love Acadia fiercely enough to brave Memorial Day traffic with a cracked driving foot.
Maine is still one of my favorite corners of this Earth. I'll miss it profoundly these next couple of years.