Words are such a strange thing on the trail, like these two words: face plant. We hadn’t heard the words before a few weeks ago, and immediately knew what it meant, falling on your face.
There can be a lot of falling in hiking, what with rocks, roots, mud, trekking poles and your own feet getting in the way. Just yesterday, I slipped on a muddy slope and ended up on my butt all tangled up with feet and trekking poles. Dragonfly and I have a pact that we will only fall once per state, which is pretty easy in the shorter mileage states, but not so much in the bigger mileage states like Virginia.
Fortunately neither of us have face planted, but several of our fellow hikers have, resulting in black eyes and cuts and bruises.