A lot of our surf road trip was spent in the van. From driving long hours to falling asleep next to each other on the custom queen-sized bed. It was our little home throughout the trip. I know most people don't care, but I love this van. I always wanted a van to keep on the west coast for trips exactly like this one. And although stressful and unexpected, the whole van purchase was a blessing in disguise. It played such a pivotal part in our trip and what made it so enjoyable.
So moving on.. one of the major adventures that I have yet to talk about is the whole situation surrounding the breaking of my arm. If you haven't already noticed on my social media, or I haven't talked to you in person yet.. halfway through the trip I broke my left arm from an ATV accident.
YEP. This is gonna be a long one so be prepared!
As we were making our way south [excited to surf Coos Bay but not so excited about the water temperature] we decided to make a stop at the Oregon National Sand Dunes. I've never been on an ATV and thought it would be a brilliant idea. And so we spend the next 55 minutes rambling through massive sand dunes, unsupervised. [Which is pretty cool considering most activities are pretty heavily monitored these days. Follow the cones.. don't go over 10 mph.. stay with your guide, etc.] 5 minutes before we are supposed to head back we decide to go down a massive dune. I had already done it twice before and felt pretty confident about it. But the wind got gusty and the sand soft. And so we got a little stuck on our way across the dune. After we managed to get out I headed down first so that I could snap a couple photos of the other girls. Visibility was pretty limited and when I made my way down I realized I wasn't at the peak of the dune and headed straight for some patches of grass. With no other option but down, I had to try and dodge the seedy area. No luck. I hit a bump, do an unintentional air, and a front flip over the handle bars. ATV flips sideways and I'm stuck in a ditch. I get up and think, "Not bad. I think I'm okay." My Current/Elliot jeans have a massive rip at the thigh and I start to feel a little pain in my left wrist. Nothing major. But after I attempt to flip my ATV I realize my wrist is not okay and sort of melt back onto the sand. Sweaty, dizzy, done.
The girls finally find me hidden in my little ditch.. yard sale in full effect. "Oh my gosh Tara.. are you okay?!" - Denae. "My wrist. And I ripped my jeans. Wahhh." - Me.
Fast forward to the emergency room. Everyone back at the dunes was pretty confident that it was just a sprain or a hematoma. They think I'm over reacting. I broke my arm three times as a kid. I think I know my body and I'm pretty sure it's broken. Doctor mentions surgery. Surgery?? Visit to the Orthopedic surgeon tomorrow? Hmm, yeah. Not an option. We're a couple of vagabonds, living in a van, with a schedule. I look at Laura and, through eye contact, agree that we are gonna keep heading south. There's no way I'm going to let this accident ruin our trip. With a bottle of heavy prescription drugs and a splint passed my elbow.. we drive into the foggy night and continue our adventure.
Yes. A grown ass woman with a broken arm.
But I'm not that bummed about it. And here's why. It could have been a lot worse. I could have easily been run over by the quad and injured permanently. Or even worse. Paralyzed. The fact that my injury is only a 6 week, temporary setup. I'm so blessed. And hey. This sort of thing builds character, right??
Luckily, I was also traveling with a couple of really rad friends who didn't let it bum them out either. They even went as far to say that the whole experience was exciting and the best part of the trip. I'll take it.
All in all, the last part of our Oregon trip was exciting to say the least. I firmly live by the idea that it is only an adventure if/when something goes wrong. An adventure, indeed.
Coastal Cruisin' [and bruisin'] through Oregon. Part II.