As he came out of his tent I noticed he had trouble balancing. He stepped out and used a milk crate as a seat to sit down and lace his boots. He had to tie the boots by placing the shoelace into the creases of his hands because he could not fully bend his fingers as his hands were in a fixed position.
I asked, "Do you have arthritis?" He said, "No, I had a motorcycle accident a number of years ago and broke my back. It took me months to learn how to walk again. I never regained the full use of my hands. It was the second time I had an accident, only this time it was much worse then the first." I asked him what kind of bike he was on and he smiled, "It was on my Harley." He laughed and told me. "The wreck was in my own back yard... I knew there was a hole in the ground, just didn't see it."