My boss got a motorcycle a few months back as a mid life crisis kind of thing. He has been riding it around like bikes are going out of style recently. He finally decided he was comfortable enough to ride it on a point to point ride, and we had a meeting in Burns, OR. Myself, and another coworker drove, and Greg never showed up. Then we got a call that he had been lifeflighted to the Dalles hospital. Some jackass in a truck didn't see him and took a turn tight in the wrong lane. We're not sure yet if it was a hit and run (we've only gotten two broken messages) or if the guy stuck around. My boss has 7 broken ribs, a punctured lung, spleen damage and a helluva concussion. He is very lucky to be alive.
Needless to say, I suddenly have my hands full for a few weeks keeping up with his projects. I have heard the term "trial by fire" several times during the last year (I have worked for UAP for a whole year now) and I am pretty sure that this is the real trial by fire.
On a lighter note, Col and I ran off for a quick weekend backpacking trip in the Three Sisters Wilderness. The goal; a 35 mile hike around North and Middle Sister. Aside from some really sore feet after the trip, we had a perfect trip.
