The Camping Trip

Yesterday as I was biking with a friend, a story came to mind that related with the bike I was riding.  It's quite a story, so I figured I'd share.  I think...it could be labelled as the most....interesting camping trip I've ever taken.  My family and I were camping, and we had brought some bikes along for recreation.  My dad and I talked to the campsite director, who informed us that a bike path was about half a mile up the road. So we set off.  It was definitely probably...two miles to get to the trail.  As time passed, my dad and I finally decided to turn around.  On the way back, we had to go down this hill that was completely loss, chunky gravel.  About halfway down the hill, I hit an especially loose patch, and lo and behold....my handlebars had jerked themselves backwards to face me.  Needless to say, I lost control of the bike and wiped out.  The chain went into my leg (still have a scar from that one...) and I must have let out quite the scream, because I startled a deer out of the corn fields nearby.  I'm sure my dad thought I had brain damage or something, because the only thing I could say when he reached me was, "A deer!"  Luckily, a man saw us and offered to drive us back to the campsite.  I tried desperately not to bleed all over the back of his car, but he assured me it was fine, that it was his cattle car.  When we got back to the campground, the directors patched me up and I hobbled back to our site.  I was laying in a hammock, stretching out my injured leg, when my brother came to give me a push.  Well, the hammock suddenly felt the need to untie, and I was dumped four feet down to the ground.  To make matters worse, I landed in a pile of itch weed, which definitely got up my shorts.  Unable to control my urgent need to scratch, I ran back to the first aid area, where the directors gaped at me.  "Weren't you just here?"
"Yes! Ok, do you guys have any...anti-itch ointment or something?   I think I just landed in some itch weed."
They directed me to rub mud on the area.  I was incredulous at first, but once I went down to the river and did so, my itching was soothed.  Then, that night, I must have slept on a rock, because when I woke up in the morning...I had either a pinched nerve or a slightly shifted disk, because I couldn't even bend over!  Eventually the pain passed and the rest of the trip went well.  But...wow!  How can all that happen in one day and night?  No idea.  And I swear to you every word of it was true!