Sep 22 - Seaplanes, camping & soccer

At about 7PM on Sat Sep 22, I tore my Achilles tendon - playing soccer with my daughter, her friends, and their dads.  Textbook symptoms - the sensation of being strongly kicked or hit just above the ankle, turning around to see who did it, and the spongy feeling of losing the ability to support the foot.

Not the best way to end a weekend in the idyllic Camp Orkila  (but for the 150+ father/child pairs) on Orcas Island, but as I keep telling myself - it could have been worse...  for one thing, it happened nearly at the end of the trip, incredibly fun up to that point; also, one of the dads in our troop was a physician and knew a thing or two about splints; and finally, my splurge on flying with Tanvi to/from the campsite via seaplane turned out to be a really smart idea.