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post #61 of 108
Nobody has a lift story? I'm always thinking - someone ought to get hurt with the crap safety of this lift..
post #62 of 108
Cool old thread.

I've never taken a toboggan ride, or gotten more than some bad bruises, a jammed thumb or a bruised ego. I have broken the tips off of 2 pairs of skis and bent a ski but none were particularly memorable falls.

Nolo mentioned that she feels remembering these wipeouts is negative feedback. I prefer to think of it as a learning experience.

#1, I was 15 or 16 and had just gotten my new skis mounted. I hit a kicker on my first run and attempted a tip drop. Bindings were mounted way too loose and both skis just dropped off in mid air. Landed on face, was ok. Lesson learned: Check your gear thouroughly before you ski.

#2, Many years later, I think I was about 28 at the time, My friend and I were skiing Tuckerman's ravine on a cold, blizzardy day in May. The ususal corn snow was frozen solid. It was snowing hard - blowing harder, nothing was sticking to the hill. There was a ski patroller there, ( Yes at Tuck's.) he was parked about 1/5 of the way up the face and, wisley, not letting people, or at least strongly advising them not to continue up the face. There were not many people there and no one was climbing up or skiing down. We decided to traverse, skier's right, to look for some soft snow that might have accumulated in a gully. At one point we were threading our way through some tight trees and we took our skis off to hike through. Well, the surface was pretty much bulletproof. I started slipping. I tried to jam my skis and poles in. They stopped - I kept sliding. I slid for at least 1,500 feet and maybe 600 or so of vertical. I bounced over some brush. I bounced over some boulders. I came to a stop spreadeagled against the slope, desperately trying to kick and claw through the metallic, glistening surface... and then, slowly at first, I began sliding again, picking up speed - all the way to the bottom.

Fortunately, I was fine. My friend was so freaked and the surface so treacherous that he wouldn't ski my stuff down to me. I had to kick my way through the ice all the way up to my skis and poles. There was no snow in that damn gully either.

Lesson learned: Never take your skis off! ( Unless maybe you have crampons.)
post #63 of 108
Skiing the gulley at Alpine back in high school with my friends trying to catch some big air. I wasn't a very good skier at the time at all, but I thought I would try to show up all of my friends. The launch was nearly vertical and the final time, I tucked and hit it at a high speed but didn't quite lean forward enough. I went nearly 10ft in the air and landed flat on my back. My friend told me I could have probably pulled off a back flip had I kicked my feet over my head a bit, lol. Needless to say, I was in pain for a few days. Thank god I was young and healed well.

My friends loved skiing with me for entertainment factor cause I would go down whatever they did and hit every jump or cliff they did, within reason of course. I always had some great wrecks.
post #64 of 108
Moved to General Skiing. This really belongs here and not in Instruction, though there are some instructors I know.........
post #65 of 108
First time I ever went skiing, Superbowl Sunday, Giants/Broncos (I think). I had no clue what I was doing and had no parental instruction or supervision as I went with a friend and his parents. I made it down the hill in one peice. The problem for me was making it up the hill. I took a tow rope (mistake 1). Before I realized what had happened, I was in the middle of the two ropes with a head injury. After the ropes stopped, some brave soul fetched me out of there and I walked up the hill. I went down the hill 5 more times that day walking up each time which even for an eight year old was tiring. I didn't ski again until I was in high school and to this day the tow ropes scare me for some reason
post #66 of 108
Originally Posted by GrooK View Post
Nobody has a lift story? I'm always thinking - someone ought to get hurt with the crap safety of this lift..
When I started skiing I was going alot by myself. I'd ride up after work and spend a few hours night skiing and trying desperately to learn how to ski parallel. I think I got alot better doing this.

Also note that I was single at the time.

Once I was riding the lift up on my brand new skis in my brand new boots and I was feeling pretty hot stuff. There was a cute guy on the lift with me, one of the few that was out of high school (read: not too young for me). We started talking and I don't know what we were talking about, but I think I was trying to impress him.

The lifties at this place are usually high school kids who don't really pay attention. As the lift neared the top, the liftie slowed down the lift. Don't know why, maybe I looked like the n00b I was? Just as I went to get off the lift next to my cutie, the lift sped up again, and somehow I got pushed off and cought in the lift and ended in a tumble to the side of it.

Up until then (and after) I'd never fallen off a lift. And cutie lift boy was gone and I was left tangled in the snow embaressed and yelling at the attendant.

It may not be too big a deal now, but then it sure hurt (my ego)!

Though my real worst crash was a face plant on an icy death-cookie-filled slope at Okemo (or whatever that other mountain attached is called). I cought an edge and did an aerial before landing on my cheekbone (no helmet protection there!). Gave myself a nice bruiser and The Boy was embaressed the rest of the weekend because he kept on thinking folks thought he had been beating me!

post #67 of 108
Face plant on an easy, groomed intermediate slope. I think I just wasn't paying attention and I crossed my tips, face planted, and shattered the lens of my favorite goggles.
post #68 of 108

Main Chute-very firm

2001, Squaw, Main Chute, powder day. I'm skiing solo, and just at this moment the Palisades are deserted. It's a little spooky standing there. Main is powder, but only if you can drop the top 200 feet of ice to get there. Firm is the local euphemism

I keep staring at the chute. The entry is a mandatory 6' air off the cornice. The first 200 feet are shiny dimpled white ice. A guy shows up to drop in. I say, go ahead, I'm not ready, (way not ready!) and he points em straight down the chute, big long skis clattering on the ice, planes onto the pow above the apron, absolutely maching, awesome run, 50 mph.

He is so stoked. I'm way gripped.

I keep staring at my entry. cornice, ice, 45-50degree pitch. And 40 feet straight down, right in the middle of the chute, a rock the size of a volkswagon. You definitely have to take the rock into account planning your line. I look at my line one minute and it looks doable. Next minute it looks impossible. It's a mental thing. back and forth, the longer I look at it. I plan to make a turn above the rock, loop under it with my second turn, a plan that no one so far has figured to be viable.

I've looked at it so long, I'm in some kind of altered state. I can't tell any longer what I'm looking at. Another skier has shown up and is waiting for me to drop. He drops a snowball into the chute and it doesn't stick. It hauls a--. "Firm", he says in a way that gives me an out. Nice guy, awesome skier. I'm gripped by now, but have this weird thought that I have to do this thing, I am somehow compelled by some sort of imperative. I can't not do it. Which is not to say that I want to do it, at all!

I drop in square to the fall line and push my tails out as soon as I land. Nothing. No grip at all. Absolutely nothing. No friction whatsoever. I spin around in the back seat and fall. Now I'm sliding on my back, head first at speed. I can hear the guy who was next to me on top, say: "Oh, f---!" And I'm thinking, I'm sliding straight for that enormous rock, and that's what he sees, that's why he said "oh, f---". I claw at the ice to no effect and hit the rock with my side, spin around and continue my slide, still maching, shedding gear, in some serious pain in my ribs and pelvis.

That's it. Hurt like hell for weeks. Main is my favorite run in the world now. And I fear it less for the fact that I survived about the worst fall you can have in that chute.
post #69 of 108

Don't try this at home...

...unless you're a professional comedian. All race course yard sales, all tied for first:

- My first Masters Downhill ever, Ski Cooper, training run before the Sunday race. A cold front blew in the night before and iced up the hill like a hockey rink. I was going way too fast, got launched off the last bump before the finish, almost missed the next gate, went through the finish at 70 plus with my legs completely smoked out. Uh oh, everything's suddenly coming up really fast, where my choices are (1) padded lift tower on the right (2) pile of skis resting against the outside of the fence, and (3) the fence itself. I chose (3) and wound up like a tuna in a net. Scared the living you-know-what out of me. No injuries, so I figured out what I did wrong, went back up, and made the medals in my class.

- Same course, next year, first training run. It's snowing pretty good. We got the line pretty well slipped, but not much outside of it. You'll never guess where I ended up on the sixth gate? Yep, you got it...left ski still on the course, doing about 65, right ski in a foot of power, doing zero. One of the coaches told me I flipped over four times in the air before I hit. I remember seeing my goggles spiraling over my head, accompanied by one of my 223 cm Rossi Equipe Downhills. Once again, God watches out over fools. No major damage, the pieces reassembled amazingly well, and I went back up to train and race again.

- Things did not go so well a few years back training GS on Cimarron on Peak 10 at Breckenridge. If you know that hill, it gets real quick and rolly when you get into Scud Alley down below the G Turn. I got light on the Scud Bump, got pointed straight at the outside flag on next gate, stood on it as hard as I could...and straddled the damned thing. Result: I got launched, flying through the air upside down and backwards toward the fence, watching one of my skis circling over my head, and thinking Boy, this is gonna hurt! It did, I bit the end off my tongue and tweaked my back. Fortunately, Rocky Mountain Masters counts some fine GPs and chiropractors among its members, who were able to patch me up on the hill so I could avoid the ER and...you guessed it...go back to training!

- Finally, the Day I Ate It and Bent my Favorite Pair of Super Gs. Back in January 2001, I'm racing a Masters Super G at Keystone, do a face plant doing about 60, tweak my left knee and right shoulder and bend my favorite (and only) Atomic 204 Super Gs. Big problem because I'm supposed to race Super G at the Masters Internationals in Park City in 10 days. I go to the shop where I get my skis, beg and plead. My shop gets on the phone to Atomic USA, begs and pleads. Result: they send me a brand new, identical pair of skis, I race on them at Park City...and send a letter to Atomic USA saying "Thanks, I needed that...I'm yours for life, guys."
post #70 of 108
Originally Posted by SkiRacer55 View Post

- My first Masters Downhill ever, Ski Cooper...wound up like a tuna in a net. Scared the living you-know-what out of me.... Same course, next year, I ended up on the sixth gate..left ski still on the course, doing about 65, right ski in a foot of power, doing zero. One of the coaches told me I flipped over four times in the air before I hit. I remember seeing my goggles spiraling over my head, accompanied by one of my 223 cm Rossi Equipe Downhills.
Um, SkiRacer55?

I don't think you're getting a lot closer here to talking me into coming out for the Ski Cooper Downhill this year. (Best quote from your pitch last year: "It's a pretty mellow course...only air in three places..." before you mentioned the speeds in low 70 mph thing. I think maybe I'll stick with Super-G for another year.)

Good choice, though, on not aiming at the skis or the padded lift tower: At recreational* skiing speeds of even just 30 mph in clear conditions, if you aren't comfortable jumping out of a third floor window onto a thin mattress, you should'nt be OK with skiing into a padded lift tower.

And Victor Raguso's Chapter 8 on "Skiing Forces, Risk and Risk Reduction" in the Alpine Education Guidebook notes that Super-G speeds of 65 mph are the equivalent of sidewalk-splat from an 11 story fall, and that 80 mph speeds in downhill are the equivalent of the velocity from falling 18 stories.

Oblique and elastic are the words you want to go along with impact at those speeds...

post #71 of 108
Atomicman pretty amazing story and video glad to hear you son was ok and back at it again.

Mine is pretty freaking dumb

blue groomer early December of 05. I was training for my L2 skiing at stratton 2 days away and skiing with my Boss, another instructor, and my friend mike who was taking the test with me. it the last run we are doing high speed carving turns down a blue groomer. 3 of the 4 skiers are on B5s.

at the bottom going around 30mph my boss decides it would be a good idea to ski a circle.....right in front of me. he start coming back up hill and i have no time to react. I duck and collide with him. My head hits his hips very hard. Knock out for a min or two. apparently when I hit him i started raggin dolling and both skis came off. On the drive up to vermont the next day its the worst headache and nausea ever, yep concussion. At least I passed my L2 skiing the next 2 days and got to ski a day at Jay Peak.

Off course all these pale in comparison to my bike wreck this past summer.

Neck collar ambulance yay

my buddy matt there to document the day

The cutie that made me cry as she stitched my eyelid. I never even got to see her.

This is just before the 22 stitches

2 days after a self portrait my eyes still wouldnt focus,and face looks like its falling off

that right there is the my worst wipeout of all time.

http://www.tetongravity.com/forums/s...trip+t ripped

above is the write up.
post #72 of 108
Reading this thread, I'm reminded of my comment to my kids about growing up:

1. It's important to have good judgment.
2. It's essential to have really good luck, in those situations where you didn't show good judgment...

(Won't post my own more detailed description of impact, full somersault (lost helmet) second full somersault and impact, followed by backward layout, at Crested Butte. Not hurt. Left two full indentations showing head and both shoulders in, to the biceps, in successive mogul impacts. Don't hit trees and stumps and don't waste the magic...)
post #73 of 108

snow is better for crashing

Originally Posted by BushwackerinPA View Post
.......Off course all these pale in comparison to my bike wreck this past summer.
Yow, I've got a couple photos like that. Some guys call that: "pizza face".


Skiing is so much better suited to falling than cycling, snow more accommodating than asphalt. I've had a veritable complete set of high speed road crashes, and spent a lot of dough over the years on expensive dressings and adhesive tape.

Way into the new soaking concept to avoid scabs.

A buddy described crashing on the road to me when I was starting to race in the early 80's. "It's like sliding across razor blades." I'm trying to do most of my crashes on snow now, and not into cliffs and rocks in the snow, as that really negates the soft and fuzzy part of it.

Best of luck.
post #74 of 108

Trust me...

Originally Posted by sfdean View Post
Um, SkiRacer55?

I don't think you're getting a lot closer here to talking me into coming out for the Ski Cooper Downhill this year. (Best quote from your pitch last year: "It's a pretty mellow course...only air in three places..." before you mentioned the speeds in low 70 mph thing. I think maybe I'll stick with Super-G for another year.)

Good choice, though, on not aiming at the skis or the padded lift tower: At recreational* skiing speeds of even just 30 mph in clear conditions, if you aren't comfortable jumping out of a third floor window onto a thin mattress, you should'nt be OK with skiing into a padded lift tower.

And Victor Raguso's Chapter 8 on "Skiing Forces, Risk and Risk Reduction" in the Alpine Education Guidebook notes that Super-G speeds of 65 mph are the equivalent of sidewalk-splat from an 11 story fall, and that 80 mph speeds in downhill are the equivalent of the velocity from falling 18 stories.

Oblique and elastic are the words you want to go along with impact at those speeds...

...I've Learned Much and Become Much Safer since that incident...and here's the title to the Brooklyn Bridge, which I will sell you for the low, low price of 24$! Look, if you don't race Dh, you're not a ski racer, and if you don't believe me, Study This Carefully:


The training is great, we've all been there a million times, so you can ease right into it. Cooper is not to be missed, and the best part is, after the RMM race, there is the Leadville Town Downhill on the same course in the spring, which is an incredible hoot because you also get to see the Leadville stop on the skijoring circuit...and eat prime rib at Quincy's for peanuts...and eat the best Mexican food in the West and drink the best pitchers of Margaritas in the West at The Grill, for peanuts...and go for a sled dog ride..so wuddia got to lose! Hey, you can't get hurt in the air, and we will take care of all the accomodations, training, after ski entertainment, and so forth...
post #75 of 108
My 3rd year at JH in 1992 I tried to ski 4 shadows on skinny skis with classic riva bindings and leather boots. I wasn't ready and fell on my third turn I cartwheeled to the bottom of the chute and out into the bowl. Luckily I wasn't hurt. A really pretty girl skied up. I thought i was getting pity. I got wrath. You never yelled look out she screamed in my face, you could have hurt me. My binding was broken and I had to hike back into bounds and catch the tram down. In the parking lot someone hit my car. I learned respect for big steep faces that are hard to self arrest on. Risk = Hazard X Consequences
post #76 of 108

Trainwrecked on Silver Spoon

Stupidly, I was coming off a bad collision in the Outback at Keystone with an out-of-control skier that killed my legs and bruised my ribs. Taking a lot of time to recover, I was skiing back to Mountain House with my wife and, though not flying, wasn't on cruise control either. I came over a rise and three snowboarders were sitting just below the crest. Yep. Nowhere to go. Though I tried to jump to clear the middle boarder, I didn't have the strength to pull up completely.

Result? Rag doll yard sale on a green run. Wife asks me if I died. Can't put weight on the leg. First member of ski patrol arrives and tells me to shrug it off. F*er doesn't call call for a sled down to the lift. I've got to shuck my gear down the flipping run to the lift. My wife thinks I've pulled a muscle. I can't bear ANY weight on the left leg. Another ski patrol (this one professional) comes by on a sled and offers a ride to the lift.

Broken leg, torn rotator cuff and ligament damage in the knee.

Snowboarder OK - for those that were wondering.

This was three years ago. I've sinced adopted the principle that if you're a snowboard and sitting mid-run below the rise, you're getting creamed - full speed, without hesitation or remorse.

Injury free since 2002. Knock on wood.

post #77 of 108
highspeed ragdoll = both shoulders dislocated = sliding like dead fish = the last time I fell.

I don't fall anymore.
post #78 of 108
My worst fall was yesterday at Okemo. I don't recall what happened but I got airborne somehow turned into a ragdoll and ended up off the trail with my knee planted against a birch tree and my goggles knocked off. I went to the ER and now I'm on crutches. I need to call the ortho doc tommorrow to get an MRI on the knee and shoulder. X-rays were negative thankfully. Wish me a speedy recovery.
post #79 of 108
Last year hitting a ten foot cliff that we always fly off, snag a lttle tree going pretty fast, I spin around, boot unclips and i fly off the thing ,hit a rock on my face and roll at least 100 yards leaving a trail off blood
post #80 of 108
These are some amazing - and painful sounding - stories! My worst was at Lake Louise in 2004. I was going down the crowded part where all the runs come together near the bottom of the hill. Not very fast, making my way to the right to get to the lift where a couple friends were waiting, and another friend right behind me. I totally misjudged the speed of one snowboarder just above me and to my right, a girl who was maybe 15, with her backside facing me. I looked up again to see us crossing paths, just in time to brace myself but not soon enough to get out of her way. She didn't see me until the last second, and let out a bloodcurdling scream as we made contact. We both went flying. I got back on my feet in no time but she kept sliding down the hill. When she finally stopped she had a dozen people gathered around, lying in the snow for a while because she was so winded. No injuries other than a bruised shin where her board hit me, and of course a bruised ego. My friend got a front seat view and bugs me about that wipeout to this day.

Of course, I had my revenge last winter. That same friend decided to take up snowboarding. Self taught. We went to a tiny ski hill on Ontario and he had wipeout after wipeout after wipeout. You could have filmed it and put all of his falls together set to clown music. The highlight was an unintentional front flip after catching his toe edge that left him dazed for a good ten minutes. He's going back to skiing this year.
post #81 of 108
Where do I begin? As a 10 year skiing for the first time ever I lost control, on a green run mind you, and took out about a third of a ski school class at Kirkwood.

In junior high I had the opportunity to tumble down the entire length of the cirque at snowbird never quite being able to self arrest. I'm lucky to be alive after that.

Lastly, at Whistler a few years ago, it was a whiteout and I was coming down a run above the tree line and fell victim to a cat track I didn't know was there. Both skis clicked off and my face hit the ground so hard that my goggles flew off my head. Taking deep breaths was painful for a while needless to say.
post #82 of 108
Alright, I've got two to share. One gory, one plain-out stupid. Both at Whistler. Both products of my own mistakes.

The first one is my most injurious crash, by far. Resulted in completely torn ACL and MCL, and surgery needed to put staples into the ACL. I still don't have an MCL for my right leg.

What happened was, I was in a ski school class (intermediate) and we were getting out of the summit lodge after lunch. GLORIOUS day, bluebird, with nary a cloud. I was thinking, "What a great day to be skiing! And I'm improving in the class so well!" as the class went down the first after-lunch run. Now, our teacher decided to go through a cut to a blue run, and I was beginning to lick my chops in anticipation of a good schuss down the mountain.

So, in we go to the cut. Good interval between each person as we entered, a 3+ second gap. There's a left turn, there's a right turn, and there's the rest of the class down at the bottom of the cut, as it switchbacks twice... alright, let's go join them

As I burst out of the trees, the sun shone down brightly, and my orange goggles aren't exactly known for light blockage, and so... I missed the last left turn. There were 3 switchbacks, and I missed the last one, which was pretty steep, and which meant that I flew off the cut at a good 8-10 feet height, going at a pretty fast clip.

At that moment, I was thinking "Oh my God I'm airborne!" I clearly remember flying neatly to the side of the class, who were looking at me with varying expressions, and trying to windmill to retain my balance. To no avail, of course, as I manage to tilt myself forwards and slam face-first into the ground, which was thankfully not completely hard-packed, though it was pretty solid snow - semi-groomed run.

I laid there for a moment, took a deep breath, counted my lucky stars that I don't feel anything broken, and with the help of my trusty Scott poles, manage to stand up and yell "I'm OKAY!" to my ski instructor, who was making his way over to me. Only then, as I relaxed my weight from the poles, did my right knee give way, and I fell bonelessly back to the snow. My right knee was useless, and it refused to hold still, which meant that I could barely move anything below that side, and I couldn't feel a thing. It was completely numb, for which I was grateful. My skis had apparently hit tip first, with me still going forwards, and dug in. The bindings DID NOT release, and I hyper-extended my right knee, while my left knee was luckier.

Of course, my ski instructor waved down a passing patroller - we were barely 400m from the lodge, at this point - who in turn called in some more patrollers with more equipment. While waiting, we rolled up my ski pants, and he declared my knee to now be "floating free, like Willy" thanks to snapped or torn ligaments. A snowmobile turned up, and we tried to get my ass on the rear seat, but the numbness was wearing thin, and I started feeling pain. Plus, it was a bear to get me seated with legs straddling the seat. So, I got a ride in the sled, and the patroller asked if it was ok if he went fast. I said yes, of course, and had an exhilarating ride down while watching the scenery blur past and feeling the sled thump into the mountains.

Went down, went to the clinic. Got an x-ray, pronounced with torn ligaments, told to go see orthopedic specialist when I went down to Vancouver, given a knee brace/splint thing, and lots of T3. Yum. Also given crutches, and was asked whether I needed spike tips due to snow. I said yes, my dad said no. He was probably acting correctly, saving the lives of my classmates back at school who I would've poked if I had spike tips.

I needed surgery, and I went under the knife three months later, after having gotten around with that knee stiffener and crutches for a long time... Back on the mountain, next season, with the same pair of skis and boots and bindings and what not, suitably chastened, and with a knee brace this time. Plus, two huge staples in my ACL and no MCL at all. It took me a long time to get past my fear of trees and cuts and whatnots...

The second one is a considerably simpler, and funnier. I was going down Green Line (long cat-track, ~4-5 km total) on Blackcomb, about to go catch up with some of my friends who were further down the trail as I had stopped to re-adjust my boot buckles. I was on a mostly flat portion, which was clear of people 20m ahead and 20m behind, with pretty good snow, not too terribly tracked or icy, with no stress at all. We were doing an easy run down to the lift, and I was enjoying the weather - nice day, somewhat cloudy but good visibility.

Suddenly, as I was crossing another run (blue, I think, with a pretty good slope, perpendicular to Green Line) I veer off to the left, and my brain can't seem to tell my legs to compensate, and I go right into the ditch on the left hand side, which abuts the higher run and makes for a nice little drop for the blue skiers. I slam the tips hard, release on the bindings, continue forwards, and have a root poking out that slams me right in the goggle lens while my feet fly out from under me. The wind is knocked RIGHT OUT of me, and I was groggy for a good 30 seconds or so, enough time for the skiers behind to come up and stop and ask if I was ok.

I slowly got up, brushed myself off, and told them to go on their way because I was perfectly fine. My lens was deeply gouged, and had actually popped OUT of the frame, and the support ribs on the top had broken - this was not an interchangeable lens goggle, folks, cheap Uvex for $30 at Costco - and I was glad the thing had not shattered as it hit the root. Fixed the lens, clicked in, and skied off, with a great story to tell.

I still don't know what made me veer off like that; the track was pretty level, with no bumps or dips or whatever, and I was not tired or daydreaming or anything.

Not as scary or gory as some of you, but those are my two worst ones. Never fell out of a chair, or broken anything (boots, skis, bindings, poles, bones, people) so knock on wood.
post #83 of 108
Old thread but I'll post anyways

I was in my 2nd year of snowboarding, 1st time out in 2005. Went down a WI Black (Blue out west) VERY fast, cause I could. Got to the bottom just fine, tourqed my body and leaned back on my back edge to slow quickly and went to switch to get to the lift. I had tourqed over so far my left shoulder was very low so when I switched and caught my front edge on the flat bottom I went into the ice face first followed by my left shoulder, uncontested (usually you'd get your arm or hand out but because I was turned so far over, I didn't). The result, a broken collar bone in 2 places that required some surgery, 6 screws and a plate!

post #84 of 108
What a great thread. I had some belly laughs. I have
2 stories for you guys.

1990 in the trees at Steamboat. I am the last in the line going through. Spring skiing conditions with about 16" of 3 day old snow where the top had crusted over. As I approach a tree, moving at a pretty decent clip, I plant intending to turn right. The tails of my skis get stuck under the snow and I release out of the back of my bindings. I am now flying forward towards the tree. Somehow I has the presence of mind to rotate my body to the right, yes I avoided the tree.

Now I am arcing to the right with my right arm extended. I land on my right arm/shoulder with all of my weight and my arm extended. My head btw gets buried under the snow. When I shake everything off so to speak I realize that I can't move my right arm/shoulder, when I look over I see that it is much closed to my face than usual and I realize that my arm is more or less hanging by my side.

Slight panic, everyone is gone, skis are buried....so I rotate my shoulder back and it drops back down. Holy pain batman. I guess it was partially dislocated. Managed to collect my gear for the next half hour and walked out of the trees. The best part...my friends left me.

Other story in a new post.
post #85 of 108
A recent one:

Last Tuesday! I'd picked up a pair of lightly used 180cm BetaCarve C:9.18s for next to nothing. My lad (6 y.o.) was training that day so I took the skis along to try 'em out. Oh yeah, these things love to be on edge and I'm working up quite a speed by my usual standards. Next time I enter a just-for-fun GS-lite these'll be my skis.

Anyway, Harald's all done with training for the day so he says to me 'first one down the hill'. I won that one, so we took the lift up again and I gave him a headstart. Now I actually had to work a bit to catch him. I took flight over the last drop, and I guess I just lost it completely in the air. Next thing I know I'm ploughing the snow with my face, then a crack to the back of the helmet, everything goes dark and I've got the mother of all pains in my left side over the hip. First thought - why am I blind? Okay, its just some helmet displacement and goggles askew and full of snow. Next question - can I even get up? Initially I thought the answer was no, but the pain eased and eventually I managed to trudge up the incline and collect the ski I left behind. My left pole had a nice 45 degree bend about a third down, where I'd wrapped it around the painful hip.

Still got lots of yellow and red from the bruising, but the pain is gone.

The other one:

Pre-release (cheap Look binding on a cheap pair of skis - can't remember model numbers or anything) on a steep patch of bare ice. Geilo 1991. Tail of the ski tore a line across my backside. The heel on the binding was ripped back in its mounting, so I couldn't get the ski on again. I stomped down the whole damn mountain with the skis over my shoulder, flung them to the ground and flopped into the snow in total frustration. When I got up again my better half pointed out that the snow around me had all turned red! Up to that point I had been too angry to notice I was hurt. Spent the rest of that day waiting for a doctor to bandage me and send me home when he should have stitched it! I have a nice scar, and a set of woollen Stil-longs underwear that did get stitched that I still use on really cold days.
post #86 of 108
OK this took awhile to remember since I'm either so good or so conservative that I haven't gotten hurt in a long time, definately the latter. It was the first time on my new Dynastar Tempest skis I got for Christmas when I was about 12. I was at an area I wasn't that familiar with and rather than turning right or left of the lift at the top my "friends" and I decided to go straight and see what was over that way over the fence that was completely buried in new snow. Just as i cme over that big mound I saw at the last moment a ten foot colvert metal cylender well type thing with pipes and fawcets in it for snow making. I tried to jump across it because it was too late to bail. My tips stuck inside, my shins hit flush above the boot tongues and I screamed and was hanging half in, half out. My "friends" were nowhere to be seen. I sat there for about 30 minutes unable to move, pants torn, shins bleeding, swollen, and purple. Also, big chunks got cut off the topsheets of my new skis. It was quite some time before i went OB again..
post #87 of 108
I had a recent wipeout in Crested Butte only about a month ago. I was bombing down this chopped up powder underneath the Paradise Lift, trying to gain enough speed to cross over a flat groomer and into a powder field that looked pretty nice from the lift. So I ripped down the choppy stuff, and slammed right onto the flat groomer, from probably about 25-30 MPH. I took a forward dive, slammed onto my head (wearing a helmet luckily) and tumbled forward several times. Blacked out from the crash immediately, suffered a concussion and a compression facture in my vertebrae. It was the last day of the trip though and it was about 3 in the afternoon...and I'll be back skiing tomorrow! So no worries!
post #88 of 108
If my older brother is reading this, he remembers more than I do.

Worst crash (for the other guy!). 4-years old, finally got off the rope tow and rode up the big chairlift. I still couldn't turn, but just pointed them straight down and flew! There was an accident victim on the hill (broken leg) being treated by the ski patrol. Remember when I just said I couldn't turn? Guess who I plowed into and probably caused a hell of a lot of pain! Yup, right into the guy with the broken leg! In case you're wondering, I was fine.
post #89 of 108
Spring '89 K2 KVC 204cm Mission Ridge Employee Ski Day.
Mountain was closed except for employees, They ran Chair 1 and chair 3. Needless to say not alot of people on the hill.
I came off of Hot Dog Hill, zipper bump lines, at the bottom you cross a groomer and launch off a ledge into a gully called Clavical Creek (named for my brother, guess what he broke?). It is a pretty good air, and you carry alot of speed. As soon as you land you need to start torqing to turn out. Suddenly my down hill ski ejects, I try to steer out on my uphill ski but am unable to make the adjustment fast enough. I am heading for a tree, I lose my balance and go over the handlebars and go head over heels cartwheeling about three times through the tree and lower branches. I come to a sudden hault and I hear a very large CRACK. As I come out of my haze I am upside down, facing the direction I came from, hunkered over a downed tree on the far side of the tree I came through. I notice debrise everywhere, broken limbs and branches are scattered. I'm afraid to move because of the pain billowing from my thigh/femor area of my right leg. I started to move and pull my self upright, too my astonishment nothing appeared to be permenatly damaged. As I crinched to put weight on my right leg I am thrilled that I was able to, even though it was throbbing. The CRACK was my thigh hitting an already broken branch about 4" in diameter on the downed tree that I snapped off to the trunk. As I collected my eqipment, nothing was still with me, I crawled out of the gully and onto the groomer, where some friends had just came down. I spent the rest of the day in the top lift shack drinking beers and for the first time rode a chairlift off the mountain. I am very lucky because of where I went into the woods, no one probably would have found me if I had been unconcious or seriously injured. My entire thigh turned a nice deep purple and I was off my skis for only a few days......
post #90 of 108
First time snowboarding, caught my toe edge and fell forward only to have the heel side of my board come up and slam into the back of my head. At first I was thinking how much my head hurt only to then start thinking about how much my back hurt. Having your heels touch the back of your head is NOT a natural position by any means.
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