A fall

 Just came back from 3 weeks at my off-the grid cabin right next to the BWCA(Boundary Waters Canoe Area). I didn't fall on a three day canoe trip there where I was the duffer in the center. It required both of my friends to get me into and out of the canoe without falling on slick rocks. A 1/2 mile trip up the Border Route trail over wet rocks and slippery planks to cut thru 3 logs with my chainsaw didn't result in a fall either. Going 1.5 miles in the other direction on the Border Route Trail was also done safely.  Dragging and burning a 5 foot high by 15 feet long by 15 feet deep brush pile over the course of a week was also done safely. 

But walking back 20 feet from starting the generator I tripped on the little bridge. Throwing my right arm up to protect myself, I slammed my elbow into a rock. Fairly well bruised, it was impossible to use that arm to start to push myself up from sitting for a week. I consider that safety record is because of the vast amount of walking I do on the unimproved trails next to my apt. complex.

The main cabin, 900 sq. ft. 2 bedroom. We do have internet and calling as you can see by the satellite dish on the roof.

The last morning sitting on our dock watching the sunrise, drinking coffee. This bald eagle flew in and landed on the top of our 40 foot tall fir tree next to our dock.