Yesterday morning, we took a hike up the Waihe’e Ridge Trail. The weather was perfect and it was a great (if moderately strenuous) hike. My knee started feeling weird, though, so I stopped about ⅔ of the way to the summit and rested in a tree. The hike down was a lot harder, and my knee started feeling more and more as if it was just going to collapse under me.
It didn’t, and I made it down but lagged behind HA and our friends. When we got back to camp, we decided to take a kayak out for some late afternoon whale watching. As I was climbing into the kayak, my knee finally decided to quit. It folded under me and I landed on top of it in the boat, which promptly rolled and dumped me into the shore break. I used some extended vocabulary and managed to get back in the boat, waving off the folks who came by to help. HA and I had a great little adventure. We saw a lot of distant breaching, fluke slapping, and frolic. We were also approached by a monk seal.
When we got back, I was unable to drag the boat back to the tentalow. As the evening wore on, the knee just got more swollen and painful. I iced it and rested it, but by morning it was painful and pretty unstable. I opted out of kayaking this morning, and did more icing then wrapped it in horse tape.
We’ll probably go into town today to get a knee brace (or at least more horse tape). With luck, I’ll be back in the kayak tomorrow.
—2p