I Wish Someone had told me...
Never Jump a Pointy Metal Fence
It was a chilly day in mid-January. I was walking around Rockwood Park with my neighbor and her dog when we noticed that there was a fenced-in dog-area. We decided to check it out.
Turns out it was a decent-sized area with benches around the perimeter, so we let the dog run around a bit and socialise with the other animals.
After chatting with some of the other dog-lovers, one of them whipped out a Wizzo (a part fabric, part plastic Frisbee) and we started throwing it around. The wind started to pick up, and so someone eventually threw it over the fence. I offered to go get it and walked out of the play area.
It was an awfully long walk around the outside of the dog-zone. I eventually lost sight of the people and the dogs due to a bunch of trees.
When I finally got to the spot where the Wizzo had landed, I discovered that someone had jumped the fence and brought it back already. So I started walking back.
After a few minutes I decided that I should just jump the fence. Bad idea. About five seconds later, I was hanging by my back pocket (or so I thought at the time) on a spike at the top of the fence. I then heard a massive ripping sound and i fell about three feet. Most of the back side of my pants had been ripped off and there was a nasty cut down the back of my leg.
Apparently, the wind decided to kick it up a notch just as I realised how 'exposed' I was. So we walked back to the car (a good three and a half clicks away) while blood trickled from the back of my leg to what was left of my pants. No more spike fence jumping for me.
