The joys of skiing
Friday, February 27th, 2009Yesterday Jordan and I headed up to Vail for a day o’ skiing with some friends. The snow was falling most of the drive out I-70 and when we arrived the mountains were sporting a nice fresh layer of powdery goodness, not exactly a powder day, as the snow was pretty heavy, but it was the next best thing.
3 or 4 runs in Ofer and I were scooting down Northstar when I bit it. Hard. I went over the bars, sailing headfirst down the mountain. From what I’ve pieced together from the evidence, my head hit right above my forehead, then my face slid along the snow, smushing my goggles into the bridge of my nose. My arms were out ahead of me as though I were diving into a pool while holding onto poles. I slid for what felt like forever, but was probably just a few feet, before coming to a stop with my head still aiming downhill. My first thought was that at least my skis are fluorescent green so Ofer will see me and know it’s me. …not realizing that the only thing visible were the bottoms of my skis. A snowboarder came over as I was untangling myself and asked if I was ok. My arms hurt and I knew I hit my head really hard, but I was ok…I think. Ofer had been in the trees so had missed the action, but came over when he saw the aftermath. He quizzed me on the obvious: “Who are you?” Amy “What day is it?” sometime in February ”What day of the week is it?” Thursday. Everything was as usual (it’s rare I know the date off the top of my head), but the answers took a little longer to come around into my head. And my head hurt.
We skied down and met back up with everyone, did another run, then went back to the top to venture into the back bowls. At the the top Ofer convinced me to go see the mountain patrol to just get checked out really quickly. After some time I gave in and we went over. The patroller asked me questions similar to what Ofer had and I answered them all just fine, though I could sense with a little delay. He urged me to go down to the base to talk to a paramedic and I said sure, as long as I can ski down. No no no…I would have to ride in the toboggan. No way!! Toboggans are for the unconscious and people with broken limbs. He did his best to coerce me to go, but instead I high-tailed it out of there and headed to the China Bowl.
As we headed down along Poppyfields I knew I was in trouble. The visibility was awful and it was impossible to see any variations in the snow’s surface. I got dizzy. It felt like I drank a bottle of wine at the top and was trying to get down. Only not as fun as that sounds like it might be.
I had been laughing a lot since the fall and thought that was a good thing because it obviously meant I was fine. Then, out of nowhere the laughter turned to tears for no reason at all. Except for the headache and sore arms, I was totally fine! What was my deal?!
After another run I called it a day and killed some time at Two Elk’s. The headache and emotional instability lasted through this morning (special thanks to Jordan for not killing me!) but now I’m feeling a-ok…except for the achy ribs, arms, neck, and head.
The take-away from this unnecessarily verbose entry (which I will blame on still being slightly out-of-it)? ALWAYS WEAR A HELMET!! I’m sure I would’ve left behind some nasty innards had I not had mine on.















