Poor Uncle Gus

Last week when we were heading up to Payson Lakes with our cousins, I got a call from my sister-in-law Lori saying she had heard over her scanner that Dave's brother Justin had wrecked on his dirtbike - all the bros had gone riding together up the canyon. When we got to the trail head it was full of ambulances, search and rescue trucks and fire trucks, all there to help Justin.


The boys and I waited for a bit and pretty soon Dave and his brothers Mick and Pete, came down the trail and told us that Justin had hit a tree with his knee and it had dislocated his hip and he was in some pretty serious pain. After a little more waiting - they were about a mile up the trail - the EMT's brought Justin down on what they call a Deer Cart and loaded him into the ambulance - we were so glad to see that he was going to be okay - but the boys were concerned that they wouldn't be able to "rough him up" for a while.


Once they got him in the ambulance and on his way to the hospital Mick went back up the trail to get his dirt bike since he had rode Justin's down for him - when he got to where his bike had been it was GONE - someone had stolen his bike while he was down helping his injured brother - how disgusting is that??

Anyways, they popped Justin's hip back in that night at the hospital and he is now re-cuperating at home - it will probably be a long while before he is able to get back on his bike.

We love you Gus, and we're so glad that you're okay - and hope that you get well soon so we can "rough you up" again.

Gross, huh?!