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post #31 of 66
I have only been skiing 3 times and all 3 were at a small Midwest Resort (Perfect North Slopes).

Anyway, this was my 2nd time there and I was going to try going down a black diamond. I was sitting at the top watching someone else going down the same run. After he was at the bottom I started. I made a few turns but suddenly I hit a patch of ice and my skis went forward and I couldn't turn again until I was going to fast. So I tried to go with it but soon enough I found I was slidding on the ground. I didn't hurt myself but it was a big crash.

The 3rd time I went there I went down the run a few times just fine.
post #32 of 66
"I have only been skiing 3 times and all 3 were at a small Midwest Resort (Perfect North Slopes). Anyway, this was my 2nd time there and I was going to try going down a black diamond."

I know you think your story is pretty funny, but I'm not laughing very much.

Most people ranging from non-skiers all the way up to ski pros would say you were rushing it by probably about a factor of 10. In other words, most people should probably take several weeks of on the snow experience before they begin to explore advanced, steep terrain.

If you look back in the instruction archives here on Epic, you would find that most of the pros here recommend sodififying and consolidating your skiing technique on easy terrain before moving up to advanced terrain. If you are athletic enough, of course you will learn to get down it, but all you really do is re-inforce highly defencive, non-expert moves and technique.

Second, there is the obvious safety issue - its real easy to get up enough speed on a black to kiss a tree and kill yourself. My buddies on the ski patrol pack up guys like you everyday and hall the pieces down the mountain in the sled. Unfortunately, they also have to pick up other people that over confident but now out of control people that are in over their heads wipe out and injure every day.

Outside of your own personal technique development and safety, another aspect of this issue is fairness and consideration of others. You probably forced a bunch of other skiers that were also on that black slope to wait till you were done with your little adventure and off the slope before they could begin since you were probably all over the place and going much slower than they would normally go.

I hate to sound like a grouchy spoilsport, and want to see everyone enjoy themselves while skiing, but you should really think about this comment next time you attempt something like this, let alone joke and brag about it.

post #33 of 66
I was having a bad ski day at Cannon in NH and we decided to ski down the front trails.

We went down all of the easier ones and then go on Avalanche but I still wasn't skiing very well.

I hit a soft spot with some bumps, got alittle too much speed, and caught an edge.

I fell backwards and blew my right knee out with a nice crack.

When I stopped sliding I moved a good 50 feet and my wife and friend came to see if I was OK. I knew my knee was screwed but it didn't hurt. I then went to get up and there was a puddle of bolld under me.

I waited for ski patrol to come which took forever because it was too steep and soft for the snow mobiles to go up.

Of course I get a ski patrol woman who was squemish about blood and barely wanted to touch me.

I got to ride down in a sled and then went to the hospital in an ambulance to get my side stapled because I had a nice 4-5 inch gash in my side.

3 months later I got an MRI and realized I blew my ACL completely out and I just had surgery in late May.

I can't wait to ski when Killington opens.

Well I learned a very good lesson.

Don't ski dowm hard shit when you are having a bad ski day.
post #34 of 66
Just to defend myself about my crash, a few points:

1. This was a midwest resort, in Indiana so it is a hill with only a 400 foot Vertical. And this run branchs off another so it is probably closer to 300 feet long.

2. There weren't any trees except about 4-5 at the very top.

3. There wasn't anybody else waiting either.

I'm not trying to argue against you because I see you are telling me for my safety. I just wanted to clarify some things and I now understand that I should look at the snow before start so this doesn't happen again. Sorry for this.
post #35 of 66
Don't be sorry man.

Just try to ski in control and have fun without hurting yourself or others.

I'll try to do the same this year too.
post #36 of 66
Indy - Cool, mature response. Thank you. I most certainly wasn't out to yank your chain, just trying to keep it fun and safe.

Many good turns this season, guy.

post #37 of 66
Comeon JD, I just caught up with this post. I wasn't a Volkwagon I hit, it was a hurse. Twas being towed down the streets through town on skis behind a snowmobile and ran smack dab into the back of a hurse while trying to empty the vapors from a bottle of strawberry hill with the bottle up ended where I could not see. I was holding on with the other hand and that made me steer for dah car eh. Twas a good wipeout jackass style.

[ September 03, 2003, 04:42 PM: Message edited by: Pierre ]
post #38 of 66
This one's pretty easy, it was just 2 seasons ago

I was bombing down a run up at Sierra-At-Tahoe, Dynamite if memory serves(it probably doesn't), late in the season, wearing just ski pants, gloves, and a longsleeve tshirt. And goggles, of course. I cut hard around a curve at roughly mach 11, and hit a small dip. So small in fact, that only one of my tips even went down into it. Well, crap happens, and I hear an awful snapping noise, and then the sky was down and the snow was up, and then everything went black.

Well, everything got white again once I got my head out of the snow and surveyed the damage. I had a glove on my left hand, and was holding half of that pole. My right glove and goggles were godknowswhere. Remembering the snapping noise, and noting the pain in my leg, I didn't stand up quite yet, and instead took a look up the hill.

Aha, my goggles were only about 15' uphill from me, and my glove was about 10' off to the side from that. Another, oh, 25' up was a ski, laying on its side, and another 20' or so past THAT was a sight that will stick with me until the day I die, from laughing: approximately 2/3 of a Beta ski sticking out of the snow, straight up, and then I realized that the other third was still on my right boot, and the noise wasn't my noise snapping, it was the ski. So I decided to stand up, and found the reason my leg hurt was because I had apparently kicked myself with my boot during my impression of a tumbleweed, and had nothing more than a bad bruise. I collected my belongings, and after about 5 minutes, found the other half of the pole over in the bushes.

So I walked the rest of the way down the hill and to the lift (had to get to the top so I could get back down the other side, you know).

On my way up the lift, I notice blood all over my pants, and couldn't figure the source. Figuring it was my nose, I touched it. Not tender, no smear on the hand. Strange. So in the middle of literally scratching my head, I notice the cut on the inside of my forearm, presumably from the broken pole, which I later found a bit of skin on (ew).

Up at the top of the mountain, I meandered on over to the ski patrol hut in search of some guaze and a ride down the mountain. The ski patrol guy I found let me bandage myself up (I know first aid, and figured I could take care if it myself), checked out my gear, and deadpanned "Christ, boy, did you play chicken with a rock formation?" before giving me a ride down.

Moral of the story? Um....I can't think of one.
post #39 of 66
It is so hard to pick just one, it seems like I have one or two really memorable ones a year. Thank god for helmets.

I broke my leg tree skiing when I was ten.

The scariest happened after hitting a frozen traverse buried in about 8" of new snow at high speed. The angle I hit it at knocked both skis out from under me almost instantly, and I ended up hitting a cat track on my back head fist. I took the impact on my neck and shoulders before flip over and off the other side of the trail. I was stunned and the wind was knocked out of me. When I finally could, my first concsious thought was to wiggle my fingers and toes because I couldn't feel them. My neck has never been quite right since then, and that was 12 years ago.

The worst one I witnessed was at Val Thorens france last season. We were skiing off piste and the guide had just finished telling us it was dangerous to ski off to the left because there were lots of big rock/boulders buried in the powder. As if on cue a snowboarder launches right into the area he was talking about, and after a nice 20' in the air he lands right on the uphill side of one of those boulders. The boulder always wins, the dude starts sceaming and when we looked closer we could see why, he had a very bad femur break, and his leg was sitting in a very unatural angle. Last we heard, he was in critical condidtion at a french hospital.
post #40 of 66
Ooops, I forgot a good one.

Once again not me, but it could have been.
We were skiing at Solden in Austria last October, a group of six were skiing a little crud just off the edge of a marked trail on the glacier. All of us were skiers except one snowboarder who was new to Europe. When we got to the bottom of the slope there were only five of us. We waited for quite awhile and did not see our snowboarding friend, so we decided she must have gone on to the bottom. In reality she had fallen into a crevasse she fell almost 20 meters down before her board wedged between the walls of the crevasse suspending her upside down just above the rocks at the bottom. Luckily a French boarder heard her fall and alerted authorities. Our first clue was when we went back looking for her and they were lowering a dude down to pull her out. They pulled her out, and she put her board on an boarded straight to the bottom and ordered a shot of rum. Only a few bruises and scratched goggles to show for it.
post #41 of 66
I think one of my most memorable happened last year. I was working my way down the terrain park with my snowboarder buddies (which is just a Bad Idea, since I really can't do tricks) when I decided - why not? - to take one of the jumps. The problem is, I'm too scared to get up to the right speed, and snowboarders have worn a deep rut in the kicker that only makes it throw me harder into the backseat than usual. As a result, I landed ON the tabletop in one of the most spectacular wipeouts I have ever experienced.

It seemed to happen in slow motion. I landed on the tails, and there was a loud click as one of my skis squirmed away, out and forward. After that click, it was gone, and the other one went after I had finished hitting the snow and rolling over it. The impact was painful, but I was shocked when I picked up one of my skis and saw that the FRONT of the binding was twisted around sideways. I had never had a ski release at the toe before, and was mystified. The fact that it wouldn't go back when I tried to turn it by hand didn't help. So my wonderful (and no doubt secretly VERY amused) boarder friend took it the short distance to the bottom of the mountain, while I came down on one ski. I had never done it before, and man was it hard. My leg felt like it was about to just fall off by the time I got there.

Of course, once I got there, I decided that maybe, just maybe, my binding wouldn't do that if it wasn't meant to. A couple solid whacks with the handle of my pole, and it snapped back into place. Thank goodness - going into the on-mountain ski shop and finding out what a gaper I really was would have been the most humiliating experience possible - I think it would be better to be picked up in a basket by the ski patrol...
post #42 of 66
Originally posted by Pierre:
Comeon JD, I just caught up with this post. I wasn't a Volkwagon I hit, it was a hurse. Twas being towed down the streets through town on skis behind a snowmobile and ran smack dab into the back of a hurse while trying to empty the vapors from a bottle of strawberry hill with the bottle up ended where I could not see. I was holding on with the other hand and that made me steer for dah car eh. Twas a good wipeout jackass style.
And I am just catching up once again. So nice to see your post.

You know, Folks, if you do a search on member #44 you will see some pretty interesting stuff. You know how you always read some posts and skip some others? Well, Pierre (eh) always had something to say. I notice that some stuff isn't available through search anymore. At least I can't find it.

Freestyle probably has a whole different connotation now but Pierre can tell you about the Darkside. The Mushroom Chutes at Jackson. Hanging, helpless, upside down with your soft, white under-belly exposed.

If you can find the posts you should read them. If you can't, you should ask him about them.

And where the heck is "Lucky" these days? Did he assume a new moniker?
post #43 of 66
It was my first year skiing. I was very brave on skis, even though I was horrible. I still didn't know how to stop, other then causing myself to fall down, nor slow down, without causing myself to fall down. I was skiing MT. Sunapee in NH with a huge group of my friends. Most of us were new skiiers. We were skiing a narrow trail which was fine for me. My friend, Matt, was a brand new skiier. He was in front of me. He basically snow plowed down the whole trail. I on the other hand could not control my speed. I was doing ok behind him for the most part, even though he was skiing slow. There was a sharp curve coming up, and I knew I was not going to be able to slow down (and it was to narrow to fall down because I may have hit a tree or slid off the trail or something). I needed to ski past Matt, and the only way I could was on the inside of the curve. However, Matt moved at the last second as I was passing him, and I was unable to turn in time. I wound up skiing off the trail, which was a small cliff, and I landed on some boulders about 6 feet down. I got the wind knocked out of me and was unable to speak when my friends were calling above to see if I was ok. They couldn't see me either because of all the trees I had flown through. When I got my breath back I was able to tell them I was ok, passed up my skis (which flew about 10 feet from each other), and climbed up the wall to the trail. After that, I spent some time on some easier trails and learned how to control my skiing. I haven't skiied off a cliff since!
post #44 of 66
haha, nimrod

still alive [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img]
post #45 of 66
Originally posted by nimrod:
I'm sure this has been a post before, but i thought it would be an interesting one. So enlighten us all to your very worst crash and give us all the gory details, location, etc. But please! no exaggerations!! or at least try and keep 'em down!

I'll throw in mine a little later, because for me, its time to go eat steak
Practicing longer arcs in tuck on a weekday at Okemo... couldn't see one of the orange cones due to tuck... hit a small roll, was in the air.. realized I was about to hit the big roll... hit the big roll, flew about 50 feet, landed leaning to the side. End result: partially Torn MCL.

post #46 of 66
It was years ago (when I was much less experienced and much more reckless), somewhere in the Alps (don't even remember the country, much less the location). I was in a tuck, trying to keep up my speed as I could see the trail beginning to flatten out for quite a ways ahead. I hadn't skiied this particular trail before, so of course I didn't know it at all. The light was very flat, so it was difficult to make out any terrain features. As I recall, the snow was well packed and icy, and my old 205cm K2's were doing a very good job of maintaining my considerable speed.

I must have gotten distracted or something, because I didn't notice a very pronounced dropoff coming up fast. It was actually more like a big 6 foot deep trench that was about 20 feet across, perpendicular to my line of travel. I flew off the drop, my legs dropped out beneath me (I wasn't expecting the drop), and both ski tips caught the "bottom" of the dip. This had the immediate effect of slamming my chest & chin into very hard contact with the bottom of the trench, as my body was spun over the ski tips now dragging the snow. Total yardsale. Couldn't breath for about a minute. Seriously thought I had broken or at least damaged my back. After about 15 minutes, I was able to move enough to continue ,on my way. Very character building experience! :
post #47 of 66
I prefer to post the STUPIDEST...

I am an adrenalin victim... I bomb some insane trail and get to the bottom... all pumped up - nerves literally vibrating. Stop... then fall over. WTF!

Last year had the most ass-tastic fall. was goofing around... talking to a friend while climbing the "wall" of the trail - traversing along - one foot leading... didn't realize that the half pipe was coming... poor mtn planning... if I had been on the flats, I'd have skied by the bottom of the pipe... instead, I just fell off the side of the pipe. BOOM - only like 2-3 feet (end of the pipe) but because I was traversing with one foot ahead - I tipped over, booted out and ground my shoulder into the snow. HA HA. (not)

post #48 of 66
my first ever jump. Went way too fast and wiped out like never before. I think some of my gear is still scattered all over the mountian.
post #49 of 66
My worst were two of this feet spotting, breath taking crushes.
And the funny thing is that they were in the same jump on two consecutive years.
Jumped long (10 to 15 mts) in deep snow hoping to reach the hard snow on landing, but guess what..... I didn't and both times my skis dived into the snow and my face reached the hardpacked snow.
This jump is right below the lifts so everybody was watching, but not like it usually happens, anybody laughed, everybody was shouting but calling for paramedics.
Pain for the first crush had just disappeared when the second occurred.
Today there is no pain at all thanks to a good streching policy.
post #50 of 66
I've had my share of accidents and injuries including broken ribs and various sprains, strains and abrasions. However, the one that comes to mind was many years ago at Lutsen in Northern Minesota.

I was 19 and going to school at UMD in Duluth, MN. My buddy Henry and I had talked a couple of girls into a weekend ski adventure, staying at my parents cabin on the Lake Superior shore. Henry and I figured we were in for a weekend of skiing, drinking and with some luck, sex! [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img]

We drove to Lutsen, geared up and rode the lift to the top. I stepped into my new Kestle's (210's I think). We decided to take it easy on the 1st run, so we head off down a long green.

I'm taking my time, getting the feel for the new skis, and also trying to look good (girls, remember??). Suddenly, some hot shot kid goes ripping right across the tips of my new skis! Rather than mow him down, I do a full summersalt over him. One of my poles comes off, plants itself the WRONG way into the snow, and I hit the pole dead on with my nose. :

Ever had someone punch you in the nose? This had the same feeling. I sat there on the snow, dazed and bleeding. I saw the blood and figured I had a bloody nose, so I held my nostrils together to stop it. The some guy skis by me and says "the blood is coming out of the top of your nose". The pole had actually punctured my nose.

The ski patrol bandaged me up, found Henry and the girls who loaded me up and took me to the hospital in Grand Marais, MN.

This has all sucked up to this point. Now it gets worse.

I get to the hospital. There are no doctors on duty, just one on call and a nurse (this is NOT a big hospital!). The nurse gets me set up on the table and the doctor is called. He shows up. He's about 100 years old and HAS BEEN DRINKING! He tries to give me a shot of novocain and the end of the needle comes out in the opening of the wound. The novocain shoots out of my nose, runs into my mouth and my mouth goes numb. The nurse tries againg, this time from the other side of my nose and they finally get me stitched up.

I the meantime, my intire face has started to swell up. :

We head to the cabin, I drink a beer and go to bed.

The next morning I wake up and my tear ducts have become infected. My eyes are swollen shut. Henry has had BOTH girls (the generation of free love you know). :

The next time I skiied with Henry, I was 50 years old. [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img]
post #51 of 66
Back in December 1997 was skiing at Alpine Meadows. It was an El Nino season which had some early storms. Then an early December tropical storm left a thick icy layer. Just before Christmas was a classic huge Sierra dump of several feet of cold snow. I was there a day or so after that storm.

It was afternoon and I'd just skied down the throat of steep Scott Chute. Took Summit Chair up to the top with an extreme skier and he convinced me to climb up over the ridge to ski Sherwood Bowl. Trouble was when we got there that earlier sunny slope was already shadowed and we were surpised the snow had set up. Thus he suggested we head over to High Yellow an area above double diamond Our Father I had always avoided. The top was nice deep steep powder which gradually gets steeper such that one cannot see below. I knew the slope would get extreme quickly if we kept too far to the right. Unfortunately when we got far enough down to see the steep part, the option of traversing left was impossible because of a giant 5 foot fracture where the ski patrol had bombed off all the new snow down to that hard icy layer from the tropical storm.

After dismissing other climbing out or traversing options as probably impossible due to blocking rocks, trees etc, he jumped the 5 foot break, landed and immediately blew up. Below were many rocks and small trees on the extremely steep slope. Going like a rocket somehow he managed to avoid them as all his gear careened about everywhere. Worst fall I've ever seen in person. At the bottom he said is shoulder was injured which turned out to be dislocated.

I did not want to ski the ice and tried to traverse or climb out but kept slipping on the ice layer so decided to try and ski it. That was a bad decision. I should have made more of an effort even if it took an hour. Through the years I had skied quite a lot of steep terrain particularly at Squaw and Mammoth and bragged about having never taken a long fall on steeps, knock knock. My ski edges were not at all sharp unfortunately. I have considerable talent with short swings in steeps but after after several turns right under my upper body I could still not keep my edges from slipping further down the icy fall line than my upper body. Went down, picked up mach speed immediately, tried to use ski edge to arrest but speed just ripped one off and I cartwheeled once which then dragged above me as I headed down head first on my back. In a blur I twisted enough to get sideways. Aware of the deadly nature of what was coming barely missed some rocks, desperately clawing all the way. Finally spit out onto Our Father which was clear the rest of the way and came to a stop.

Snow covered my head and had scooped down my coat. Noticed my left knee was a bit sore but was otherwise ok. Ski Patrol apparently was watching as someone immediately retrieved parts of our gear from above. Sled was called in for the other guy and I ski out. Knee was bad enough that I did not ski again till the end of the season. Has made me quite a bit more conservative when going out into dangerous places. -David
post #52 of 66
January 2002 Winter Park, me a 2nd year novice....first ski trip to CO. My wife and I skied the day before (and took a lesson) at Loveland. Checked into our room near the mountain that day and was so excited to get on the snow, that we took the shuttle to the mountain, ordered up two afternoon lift tix and realized I didn't have my friggin wallet. Back on the shuttle :-(
Shoulda known then that I was in trouble....
Finally got out there by 1pm-ish and just had a blast. It was a Monday so the crowds were non-existent. Next thing ya know, were skiing friggin Mary Jane! (so much for trail maps) Thank god there were a coupla easy ways down. Around 3:30 my wife is gettin cold and tired and I'm just buggin out with energy and don't wanna quit. Finally we agree to meet at the bottom in a little while. So I continue to make that "last run" from the top of MJ about 5 or 6 more times. Finally I say that's it to myself and start making my way down from the top of the Winter Park mountain. Of course I have no clue how to do that and eventually ask some folks for help. (and of course I'm REAL tired)
They point me in the right direction and off I go and after a bit I get confused in this big open area and attempt to slow down and WHAM!, curses everywhere, and down I go, both legs flying out (in an un-natural direction), rental ski's still on and something hurts really bad.
I knew right then that I had made a bad mistake. Of course none of the ski patrol folks were in the immediate vicinity so I said screw this, I'm not riding down on a cart. So I got back up somehow and very slowly skied down. I knew that my left leg/knee had a problem so I kept all my weight on the right and made it back to the bottom. Fortunately Winter Park has a level 4 trauma center and the slopes were now closed and I was the only customer. Got x-rays quickly which showed little and the Doc's immediate prognosis was that perhaps the ACL was torn based on the pain I was having. He said to fly back home asap and get an MRI.
So to make a long story short, I ended up with a factured tibia plateau (right leg) and sprained MCL's on both legs. 12 weeks on crutches and some rehab and I was in pretty good shape.
Last season I skied 18 days and am doing well.
Hopefully this will be the only "fall" story I ever have to tell.
post #53 of 66
Ever been to New Glarus WT?
post #54 of 66
2001 - Snowbird.

My girlfriend and I spent a nice day skiing the new terrain of Mineral Basin on a lovely Utah powder day. Toward the end we had to go down the frontside to get home. We decided not to ski The Cirque, but to cut across towards the Alta traverse.

We knew there were cliff bands. We knew they were tight. But we also knew some lines and it sounded like a pretty fun prospect to end the day with. Mineral Basin, while it has a lot of fun terrain, is not that technically challenging. I figured worse case I'd drop a 10 foot cliff. Instead, we cut too low on the slope and couldn't traverse far enough to avoid some nasty terrain features.

As we cut across the slope it began to get impossible to come back. Each chute was worse and worse. Finally I told my girlfriend to just head down. The bony features would make it a less than pleasant run, but definitely skiable. (As long as she pointed the first bit.) I decided to head into the next chute just to prevent snow from falling on her.

Big mistake.

The next chute was a lot worse. The cliff bands were widened into a 10+ ft drop onto exposed rock shards. It was definitely not skiable. That left me with three prospects: try the next chute, attempt to go back, but probably end up falling, downclimb. Well, 10ft isn't that much.. I figured it would be pretty simple. I kicked off the skis and dropped them. Immediately I watched one somersault end over end and wind up sticking vertical more than 100ft down the slope. Bad juju.

Now the situation is even more interesting. I have no choice but to downclimb or I'd risk losing some gear. Down I went. Hand holds weren't too bad as I went over the edge. I was only a few feet from the ground when I fell.. and rolled.. and ragdolled down the slope. Lots of sharp, pointy rocks whizzed by my head.

I ended up walking away with a real sore knee and shoulder, and binding that was pretty tweaked. Yup, I was dumb; yup I got lucky. I skied out to find my girlfriend laughing.
post #55 of 66
There are so many..hmmm... The worst was in May 1983 at Tuckerman's Ravine. It was a cold, windy, blizzarding day and the patrol there (yes there are ski patrol at Tucks) wouldn't let anyone head up the headwall. The surface was frozen solid. My friend and I decided to climb as high as we could, then traverse over towards Hellman's Highway and possibly find some soft snow laying in a gully beyond some trees.

Well the trees got super tight and we took our skis off to negotiate through them. Big Mistake! I started sliding, tried to jam my skis and poles into the surface to stoip myself. They stopped - I kept going. Through the tree band onto the open slope. I bounced over some brush and came to a stop clawing at the unyeilding so-called-snow. The stopping thing was only fleeting and before I could kick in and get a firm grip off I went down the slope. Didn't stop 'till I reached the bottom about 1,500 feet below my starting point. Conditions were so sketchy and my buddy was so freaked out by my fall that he wouldn't ski my gear down to me. I had to boot-kick my way back up.

I was ok. My Canon AE1 was toast.

Moral of this story: NEVER TAKE YOUR SKIS OFF!
post #56 of 66
Sophomore year in college, home for the holidays with an extra 10 or 15 pounds squeezed into my stretch pants. I was bombing down a little pitch underneath the Lenawee lift at A-Basin, and crashed. It wasn't that bad of a crash, but it was violent enough to pop the strained zipper and snap on my pants, which ended up around my knees as I lay supine directly under the lift. Yes, I had long johns on, but still ... it was embarrassing having to pull them up and somehow anchor them so they would stay until I could ski to the bottom and find a deep hole in which to disappear forever. (And some new, and baggy, Gore-Tex pants.)

The other also happened at A-Basin, later the same year. Not a crash, but a bonehead move in which I was wearing a fanny pack on the lift. When it was time to unload, the pack had lodged in the horizontal bars on the back of the seat. I stood up and went nowhere, except all the way around the wheel. They had to stop the lift and help me down. To top it off, I was the "experienced" Colorado skier skiing with a bunch of Texans (college spring break), who got quite a laugh out of it.

[ November 26, 2003, 09:34 AM: Message edited by: segbrown ]
post #57 of 66
A few come to mind, all last year:

West Bowl, Whistler - April 26, 2003

I was flying down some semi-untracked day-old snow and I picked a line through a little group of trees. I had skied the almost the same line a bit earlier and thought I knew that the cat track was about 50 yards beyond the trees. Anyway I took a beeline right through and to my surprise there was a six-foot drop down to the cat track way before I had anticipated it. I made a weak attempt to stop and ended up burying my edge and cartwheeled, ski-less, off the drop and landed on my face and shoulder. Hard. I tumbled a ways down the out-of-bounds-area under the cat track. When I hit I knew I was finished for the season. When I came to rest in the snow I waited for my shoulder to start throbbing or the nausea to come, but they never did. I stood up and could not believe I wasn't hurt. I started laughing and couldn't stop while I collected my equipment.

Deer Run, Fernie - February 5, 2003

I was being dumb. There was nobody around, and I was going too fast down a green run. I hopped off a little roller and one of my skis landed on a death cookie. I caught and edge and mey knee hit the ground, right on an icy patch. My knee is still not 100%.

Terrain Park, Parnorama - December 26, 2003

I didn't have skis at the time, so I borrowed a snowboard and tried it for the first time. I did pretty good for my first day and I was still ready for more when the lifts closed at 4:00. My buddy said if I really wanted more I could go night riding off the Toby chair. So, all by myself, I went up the chair and was horrified to find out that the only runs open were the blue and black terrain parks (I was informed that Hoggsflats, a green run, would be lit as well.) Anyway, I figured I'd just take the blue park and just try and make it down without killing myself. It was icy and cold and I made it almost to the bottom, before I hit a patch of solid ice and panicked. My board pointed straight down the slope and I was off like a rocket. I tried to fall and stop myself, but I caught my front edge and slammed my chest into the ground. Unfortunately I had put my keys in my inside pocket (to avoid landing on them in my hip pocket) and I landed right on them. I had a broken rib and didn't get back on the slopes until that fateful day in Fernie that I mentioned above. After I recovered from Fernie I spent most of the rest of the winter on a snowboard, and I'm now I'm much much better.
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WhiskeyClone said:

Terrain Park, Parnorama - December 26, 2003

I didn't have skis at the time, so I borrowed a snowboard and tried it for the first time. [...] I caught my front edge and slammed my chest into the ground. Unfortunately I had put my keys in my inside pocket (to avoid landing on them in my hip pocket) and I landed right on them. I had a broken rib and didn't get back on the slopes until that fateful day in Fernie that I mentioned above.

now that you know what's going to happen on Dec 26, will you still go to Terrain Park and try a snowboard for the first time? [img]graemlins/evilgrin.gif[/img]
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4th Horseshoe in Harmony bowl at Whistler. Snowing sideways.

Dropped in all morning and landed decent air. Went back after lunch and tried to repeat the entry, only wind blown crust was to be found.


I remember being airborne upside down and seeing rocks go by. Behold, a sprained wrist, and my gear was back up above the rocks. Long post hole hike and treacherous recovery.

I would repeat that run again because of the value of the 10 runs before it.
post #60 of 66
Yesterday's double ejection and penguin belly slide in some snowgun sticky. Now my shoulder and bicep are all weird, breathing hurts a bit and I've been reminded why I don't ski to fall. It is not fun at all. Only thin light people like falling.
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