The Fall

Yesterday, Gregg and Rebecca went on their first rock climbing expedition to Makapu’u. I must admit, I was a little apprehensive.

A couple of hours after they left, I received a phone call from Becca…the kind you never want to get. Here’s what happened.

Their group of six had hiked to the top of the climb to map out their route and secure all of the lines. Heading down to the base, Gregg had just finished securing a line when he stepped on some loose rocks that gave way.

Starting to slide, he managed to stay on his feet, swerving to avoid carrying Barry over the edge with him. Gaining speed and not knowing what was below him, upon hitting the edge, Gregg jumped. (I know what you’re thinking right now, so go ahead and say it, “Your husband’s a STUD!”)

Somehow, he was able to land feet-first on a rock about three feet below. Unable to stop because of his forward momentum, he kept going, this time falling head first off of the rock for about another ten feet or so until He crashed into another large rock. 

Thankfully, Gregg never lost consciousness and remained fairly coherent throughout the day. The total damage: fractured eye socket, fractured wrist, lots of lacerations and bruising. The doctors said that the impact from the fall shifted his face 2mm. They said this shouldn’t cause long-term difficulty; however, this morning Gregg mentioned that his jaw felt out of place and he feels like a truck ran over him.

Please pray for a quick recovery. We leave for the mainland tomorrow morning and not sure how the travel will affect him.  All for now.