so i'm typing this with one hand and stopping the blood flowing from the gash in my knee with the other. I was riding down this ridgeline (no real trail) just minding my own business, and I to brake to avoid some rocks when . . . WHAM!! rag doll out of nowhere. turns out that under the uniform heights of the flowers and bushes which were growing on the ridge, all the rain had carved these nasty deep ruts which were effectively invisible from above but which fully swallowed me. damn invisaruts. could see the bone and everything. i am currently trying to decide if I feel like getting stitches. . . any thoughts? it's just sort of oozing at this point, but it might open back up.