for the year. Saturday, skiing the first run at the Talons' Challenge, I blew my ACL and severally strained my MCL. I was skiing Golden Eagle, and hit a small patch of the pressure-injected ice that had been exposed at the bottom of the run. The skis went out from under me and hooked up on the hardpack on the other side. I knew before I hit the ground that my ACL was gone. Saw the orthopod this morning and had a MRI this afternoon. The tech couldn't comment, but suggested I had left my ACL on Golden Eagle. So, my trip to Big Sky is off, and I'll probably get surgery in two weeks.
It's a bit of a bummer. This was my 5th sled ride in 6 years (I didn't even get my ticket punched for Golden Eagle -- I realized after the fact that I should've asked the Ski Patrol to swing by the folk at Red Hawk to make sure I had at least 1 run puched off). I never had a sled ride before six years ago, nor an injury that had me out of skiing for more than a day or two. This accident was all about bad luck. It's not like I was pushing the envelope, skiing out of control, or even particularly fast. But now that I'm approaching 54, and with the significant injuries I've sustained in the past 6 years (torn MCL, bruised liver, 3 shoulder dislocations spread between 2 shoulders, torqued back, compressed neck, and now a torn ACL/MCL), I've got to wonder how much more time I have to master this great sport. The injury list is not diminishing even with greater skill and greatly increased physical condition; I hope it is not a harbinger of age.
I had a great season. 40 days on snow (if you count 7/8's of a run at Beaver Creek a day). I spent a week at Aspen skiing with Schanzy the week before last, and took my skiing to a new level. I spent 7 days in 2 trips to Utah, skied with 4ster twice, skied Snowbird twice, and skied Park City and Deer Valley for the first time ever. I did it all starting my season in mid-November, skiing Horseshoe Bowl before Thanksgiving, shredded pow on my first snowcat trip, and found lots of excellent skiing this season.
I'm a bit sad that it's over, but it was a great season. Now, it's off to reading about skiing rather than doing it, working on rehab, and making decisions about surgery (like, should I get my shoulder done at the same time? Minimizes downtime).
To all of you, enjoy the rest of the season. And may you find lots of untracked pow out there with no one else eyeing the same line. In the meantime, I'll be in the gym working on rehab, then converting to cycling season.
Never give up.