If you can believe it, here's a pic from the next day right before I rode home. The pic would a better before/after pic if it was taken from the other side but it wasn't so too bad.
The guy at the back with his arm in a sling is Dave who was 2 bikes behind me and also went down but he didn't fare as well as I did. I lucked into finding a big patch of mud while Dave went down earlier in the curve and in a lot of gravel. My bike actually looked worse than it was. The headlight in the earlier pic was completely filled with mud before the pic was taken. I was worried that the headlight lens was going to be broken, especially with the big rock I dug out of it but fortunately it had just been pushed back into the housing (and the bulb still worked! for a little while anyway).
I was 30 when all this happened with only 7 months of bike ownership and a little over 3000 miles under my belt but it definitely increased my riding experience tenfold (and may have given me a gray hair or two). The first pic was a fresh faced guy eager to ride his new motorcycle and the second pic I was glad I wasn't hurt but worrying about whether or not I'd be able to ride it home. Fortunately I was surrounded by great folks eager to help me out.