vacation part 4-

here is where the story of our perfect vacation takes a left hand turn.
wednesday night, was going to be family picture night, but it rained.  and we didn't really have it in us to do it anyway...so we said we would do it thursday.  we woke on thursday and i said LETS GET IT DONE NOW!  instead of waiting till evening and dealing with the chance of rain.
everyone agreed.
we got dressed and headed to the perfect spot that we had picked when we had first arrived...
 there are many boardwalks on harbor island.  the one we used the first day or two was kind of hilly-the walk rolled with the dunes and i just kind of felt awkward walking on it.  so by tuesday i had discovered a 'new boardwalk'  it was flatter and instead of rolling with the dunes it had stairs.  it also didn't have hand rails which made it a little less cramped if you were passing someone or lugging beach stuff too and fro.

so it was about 9:30am.  we grabbed the camera and tripod and started out...
i remembered that my memory card was getting a little full and i better erase some photos before we start this process and it says FULL (that really ticks people off in my house)...
i was very intently deleting photos...doing fine. walking along.  the girls were in front of me, adam was behind.
we were about 20 feet from the end of the boardwalk-one of the higherparts-no less and i hear adam saying my name loudly-almost screaming-and very, very quickly...SARA SARA SARASARASARASARASARA....
i look up thinking 'he must see something really cool....'
and then i realize what he is yelling for-
WHAP!
i walked right off the boardwalk-walked is a nice way to say it...i catapulted off the side, launched if you will...all five foot nine of me-and all of my body weight-dead weight off the side of the walk.  i really only remember thinking HOLY MOLY i'm gonna die-right here on the beach-in front of my family...
.my ribs hit first then my head slammed into the sand and then...the foot.  oh the poor little foot.  smacked with all my weight into the top of the boardwalk.  i thought to myself-that hurt.
adam was at my side in .008 of a second. the girls with their sweet navy blue outfits on and hair fixed just so looked at me like they just witnessed the worst thing they have ever seen...
as i sat up i realized if anyone saw me-they were looking at my underwear because my dress was around my shoulders-
adam was talking like crazy...like he was going to have a stroke kind of crazy-i kept saying 'i'm okay, 'i'm okay'i'm okay....i think.'  and then i blurted out-'lets go get the picture'.....
adam didn't argue-i think he was in as much shock as i was...
we started walking and i realized my foot was MESSED UP!
i had to kind of scoot it along.  the more i looked at it, the more i realized it was rather mishapen...and happening quickly. 
suddenly i couldn't breathe, i kind of felt like i was going to throw up...i was so thirsty...and pretty sure i was going to die-...
i still hadn't cried-how could that be? i thought-this hurts so bad, i just fell like 3 and half feet and literally ate sand....and i have no tears...that's so weird-but my makeup is okay then i thought...
okay good-i can get the picture.
we have too-we are only here once...
and i need it for the Christmas card...
and we walk on....
and find the spot....
and take the picture...

the color needs to be edited-but you get the drift...

 to be continued....part 2 of part 4 tomorrow.
~chat soon!