In late July I found this piece of machinery.
Gingerly following my guide up through the wet spots,
and there were plenty, I found myself standing
on the slope just above my signature in his photo.
My right foot slipped a tad,
my right knee buckle (in sympathy)
and before I knew it I was falling.
Thte incident to only a few seconds
before I was on the ground
beside the concrete block with a few bruises
and a very bruised ego.
Probably not really a ‘stumble’.
More like a stumble without the ‘s’.