I fell at SeaWall this winter before the snow started to come. Seven stitches, but I walked away from it with the help of my eight-year-old Grandson, Emerson. It was a windy day, and I had captured some nice shots of the wavetops as the wind blew the crests off them as they began to break toward shore. I turned, my left boot got caught in a crack in the ledges, and down I went! Emerson found the hearing aid that got knocked out of my head when I fell.