Well, our mini tour this weekend was a blast. I am happy to have made it through alive!

Late in the evening, after rocking the New River Rendezous (A climbers festival in West Virginia, I took a stroll into the dark of the woods. I then blindly stepped off a 13 foot cliff and landed on a rock. I found myself unable to move! I called Max, our bass player, who came and rescued me. It is all kind of a blur but I remember him dragging me up a hill and back to our van. I passed out hoping that when I awoke everything would be ok. It was not ok.

The next day I lay in the back of the van and so many people came to help me;
Erik sent for help - a park ranger cleaned me up and slinted me - Mora, a festival coordinator, mothered me with tylenol hugs and pillows - doctor kurt came gave an examination and referred me to the local hospital.

The band took me the hospital and wheeled me in on a chair. Thats lots of fun!
Then the hospital staff drugged me up :) As I lay dazed, in the ER, I thought of how lucky I was…

lucky to have not landed on my head
lucky I wasn’t dead
lucky thank Max was there for me
lucky that all the folks at the festival treated my with hospitality
lucky that the doc was on call
lucky I didn’t break a bone at all
lucky that all this love found me
lucky that the X-ray girl was cute as could be
lucky that if I had died, at least I got to rock out one more time
lucky that there is a girl waiting back home for me and shes mine

I’ll back on my feet soon and drumming again…   ~Petey~