On the way home from PDX I took Emily and Stella to Crown Point (Vista House) and Oneonta Gorge. At the gorge I exhibited amazing grace and sure footedness as I scampered over the huge log jam, over rocks, fording streams, all to reach an awesome waterfall.

And then today, running across a parking lot I fell and scrapped up my knee, elbow, and hands.

Why is grace so fickle?