Anza Borrego Desert Park for a few days and we were stopped next to one of the Butterfield Stagecoach route markers for lunch. We were sitting on one of those industrial strength double narley granite rocks with a surface of 00 plus grit. I got up and slipped so my shin came down hard on the roughest part and of course slid down from my knee cap to my ankle. Of course there was blood and flesh everywhere. I had a small medicine kit that was way under rated for the job so I took some paper towels, empties a tube of Neosporin all over my shin and covered it with the triple folded towel. Then I wrapped the whole lower leg in Duct Tape. When I got back into the little town of Anza Borrego and stopped for ice (you always need ice in the desert) all the guys that hang out in the little store all started laughing and patting me on the back. Everyone was saying "you never leave home without Duct tape"! What's good for the boat is good for the Jeep!