Sadly, today we had to pack up and leave Bear Lake.  As we drove away, Jess and I consoled ourselves that at least we get to come back up in a week with my family.  

We are now staying with Mark and Lois, which for Jess means we are staying with the horses and their dog Zeus.  This afternoon, Jess was running outside with Zeus when he doubled back and she jammed her toe into his leg.  She came stumbling into the house and tearfully announced that she thought her toe was broken.

So, Mark took us to the clinic where he practices and sure enough, the toe was broken.

This is how it looked on the outside.   Even without an x-ray, it was pretty obvious that something wasn't right with that little pinky toe.

This is how it looked on the inside.  She snapped it good.

So now it is set, taped, and wrapped in a big, black, walking boot.  The doctor told her she wouldn't be able to swim for eight weeks because with a break like that, as soon as the tape came off, the ligaments would pull the bone out of place again.  So, tubing at Larson Bear Lake is out.  More tears were shed.

This billboard is over by the clinic.  I had to take a picture of my handsome father-in-law, my handsome grandfather-in-law, and my handsome brother-in-law.  Isn't that cool?

This wing of Davis Hospital is also fairly new, and it is named after Brad's grandpa.  I hate to brag, but I sure married into a great family.