My treewell story is a bit more humerous. No danger, other than to my ego.
I was skiing with some buddies on an incredible powder day. I had been wanting to do a steepish, dense section, but nobody else was in the mood. On about the third run, I dipped off and started the line, intending to meet my buddies about two hundred yards down the way. The trees were pretty thick, and in one nice little funnel, I had to duck under some branches and continue through a narrow space between two trees. As I ducked under the branches, I sank even further into the powder, which killed my speed heading between the two trees. I sank up to about my shoulders in the well. My skis were still attached, and I couldn't move my feet at all. I tried climbing out, but you all know how that went. I tried hugging the tree and hugging/shimmying up the tree. It worked for a bit, but something kept gettting stuck. After trying this for what seemed like forever, I gave up, knowing that my buddies would notice that I wasn't with them and come looking for me. So I waited and waited and waited. Now, I wasn't that far off the main runs, and I could see skiers passing every so often. I could have called out, but thought against if for this stupid reason:
Several years ago, I was skiing with pretty much the same group of buddies. I wanted to try another steep chute, which they didn't want to do (jeez, I'm now realizing I need to ski with friends that have some balls), so they decided to go around the back and we'd meet at the bottom. Anyway, coming down the chute I tirgger a little "avalanche." I had just dropped in and made a couple of turns, then went up onto a ridge and turned back into the chute. The snow made that sickening horrible noise, with that sickening, horrible feeling (some of you know what I'm talking about), and just started to give. I had the sinking feeling of panic and doom. I straightlined it down a bit trying to out run it, and skied up onto the opposite ridge, hoping that the slide woud just pass me by. Close, but no cigar. Enough of the slide caught my skis, and I tumbled down with it. So I ended up a ways down the chute, but within sight and ear distance to the cat track where I was to meet my buddies. I don't know why, but this scared the hell out of me. I'm normally pretty cool, and have been in some pretty harrowing situations while skydiving, scuba diving, and mountain climbing. I'm usually pretty collected and calm, but I was like a screaching ninny on this thing. Ok, it WAS pretty scary. There was a little rock cliff right under me, and I kept thinking this this was going to slide again. My upper body was out of the snow, but my lower body and feet were covered and I couldn't move. All I could do was flap my arms like a frantic mess, and scream incoherently for help at the top of my lungs. I was also able to scream obsenities at people as they passed and didn't stop. So anyway, my buddies pull up just as I skrieked, "Help me, you F ing Cu*t!" to a (I'm sure) lovely older lady as she snow plowed by on the cat track. So anyway, they call ski patrol, since I guess none of them could hike up to help me out (Jeez2, I really do need to ski with new friends). Every thing is fine, and it really wasn't that big of a thing, but I was totally panicked. So I never hear the end of it.....even to this day. And even worse, I get it form my family too, and they weren't even there. Sometimes when I'm getting upset or a little frantic, they will say things like, "Hmmm, you'd think there was an avalanche somehwere." Or when I start to raise my voice, "Calm down, I'm not an avalanche." Yeah, we all have a good laugh.
Now back to the tree well. I'm not going to yell for fear of giving my buddies more ammo. I've got my back pack, and I've got food and all other kinds of stuff in there, so I feel pretty safe. I also have a sudoku book in my pack, so I decided I'll break that out while I'm waiting for my buddies. So after they yo yo the lift 3 times (yes, three times), and notice that I'm not with them, they decide to come search for me. They finally show up, and I'm there doing my sudoku puzzles, as they are laughing at my new predicament, and recounting my "avalanche" episode with equal delight. So I've been there forever already, I'm freezing, I can't feel my legs, and I'm crabby. So do you think they helped me out? NO! They ski down to the car to get a camera!!! So I had to wait there while they skied down to get the camera, and ski back up. But at least I was nice and calm. I'm sure I surprised them.
Anyway, even with help, it was very difficult getting out of that tree well. I'm just happy and fortunate that I didn't go in head first.