Thursday, March 22, 2007

Saturday, March 10...

After the first few amazing days of the ski trip, this day started out just great. The conditions had become warmer, so the slopes had slushy parts. We went higher up the mountain to get onto better runs with more snow. The day was great. We were skiing the bowls, which were very steep slopes.

That is when it happened...

My borther and I were zooming down a steep slope of about a 70 degree angle. He went down first, like every older brother, and I trailed behind. As I was speeding down, I noticed a pack of snowboarders stopped in the middle of the slope. Quickly, I veered to the left went through some moguls and then veered back to the right to continue downward. At that point, I hit slush and totally lost controll somehow.

As I careened down the mountain, I immediately felt my right knee twist painfully. I pulled my knees into my chest to try to avoid further injury as I was tumbling downward in a cloud of snow. When I stopped I had one ski still on my left foot and my pole in my left hand.

I could tell this was not a good fall, but quickly hobbled to the side of the slope out of the way of possible oncoming skiers and snow boarders.

A kind lady brought my other ski and pole to me and I chilled out on the side of the slope to collect my thought and gague the damage done to my body.

My brother was calling out to me. He was on the chairlift heading back up the mountain. He had seen me hobbling and realized something was wrong, so he was heading back to me.

My brother arived and thought to call the ski patrol. My adrenaline was pumping, although my knees hurt, I did not think the injury was too bad. "I can ski down and then call it a day." I put my skis back on, against my brother's will, and proceeded to ski down carefully.

The shooting pain was great. Upon my second turn, a short moment after getting back on my skis, I heard a loud pop from my right knee. I felt it, too, as I colapsed like a bag of dirt.

That is when I cursed at my stupidity of continuing down the slope, as I knew I made my injury worse. Much worse.

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