I got back from my ski trip last night. The trip was supposed to be a time to get together with old friends that I haven't seen in a while, but it ended up different than expected. Three of my friends came up from Oklahoma and I met them in Silverthorne, Colorado. We then moved on to Copper Mountain for 4 days of skiing and snowboarding. I was a bit nervous the first few times getting off the lift because I've not been on a snowboard in two years, but after a while, it seemed normal again.
The first day was a lot of fun, although a bit tiring. I weigh almost 30 pounds more than I did two years ago, but I found that the added weight gave me more control over the board. Between the four of us, we had no falls and no bruises. That night, We went to a restaurant at Copper for sushi. Good stuff.
The second day was similar to the first, but in the last half hour, I took a bad turn, hit hard and broke my tailbone. That pretty much ended it for me.
The third day, I stayed off the board, going shopping and doing laundry instead. On the way to Copper, I picked up a Mopar Small Block book from Barnes & Noble, so I did a fair bit of reading. At about 2:00, I got a call from one of the others that Jeremy, another member of our group had taken a bad fall on his skis and was taken to the medical clinic. Last year, he tore his ACL, had surgery, went through physical therapy and was in shape again. He wore a metal brace on his right knee for added support. He had been moving down a narrow trail and hit a bump he didn't see. His feet came out from under him and he landed on his back, between his shoulder blades. When he landed, his knees came down to hit him in the face, his knee brace cracking his goggles. He had a bruised lip and a scrape on his forehead as his goggles moved up. A passerby helped him up and he managed to ski down to the lift, although in pain. When he got down to the lift, he opted to be strapped down on the sled and towed down the mountain behind a snowmobile, and to medical. They took x-rays and found what looked like a compressed vertebrae and took him by ambulance to Frisco, CO. They did a CT scan and an MRI and found that he had a compression fracture of the 11th thoracic vertebrae. Looked at from the side, the front of that vertebrae was 40% shorter than the back.
We spent the fourth day packing everything up and loading up the vehicles before going to visit Jeremy. The doctor scheduled him for 5:00pm surgery. We spent most of the day sitting in his hospital room visiting. His surgery took about 90 minutes and he's in recovery now. He will probably be held through the weekend and released Monday, although he's hoping to be released sooner. His mom and fiance started driving up Thursday afternoon and planned to be in Frisco by Friday afternoon, when the other two in our group would drive back to Oklahoma. I stayed in Frisco until Jeremy went into surgery, then started my way home. I ran into a blizzard north of Denver and after Ft. Collins, I saw NO northbound traffic except for myself. Normally, a 4 1/2 hour drive ended up just over 6 hours.