It still hasn't sunk in. Did this really happen? How did we survive? Seven times. We rolled seven times. Only one person with any broken bones. How?! When I tell people this story I don't think I realize how bad it really was. It all started when three of my favorite people came all the way from Indiana to visit. They were out here for a week, and we decided to go four wheeling in the mountains on the last day. Go out with a bang, as it were. Our day started delightfully; the sun was peaking out, and though there was a chance of rain, we were not deterred. We started out on our venture with six people and four four wheelers. We found a trail that looked promising, and off we went! As we made our way down the side of a hill, Abby flipped. The first to bite the dust. Although not literally. She basically walked off the four wheeler as it turned over. No harm done. We kept going along that path, only to end up at private property. That's okay, we'