Fainting is the new extreme sport
Skiing The Emergency Chute at VGA
Statistically speaking the most dangerous part of air travel is driving to and from the airport. I always believed the same holds true for backcountry skiing, some of the back-roads here in the Coast Mountains are pretty hairy. Add snow and ice, low visibility and driving the FSRs is approaching the odds of a Russian Roulette. Not to mention the Sea to Sky highway which might very well be the most dangerous stretch of road in North America.
Today I proved myself right with a gash that required 21 stitches and allowed me to glimpse my skull, a sight something hitherto unknown to me. And all this before I even got into the car to go pick up Matt for the drive to Chance Creek FSR and the possibility of skiing Cloudburst Mountain with fellow ACC members.
Instead I got my first ride in an ambulance and first trip to ER in 20 years.
What a way to start the day. No skiing today!
WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED:
I woke up at 5:45 AM, got up, turned off the alarm clock, walked to the kitchen, put the kettle to boil, did not feel too well, walked to the dining area, sat down thinking I should call Matt and cancel. That is the last thing I remember. Next I woke up in a pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. The ER doctor thought I actually stood up before losing consciousness and letting gravity take over my body.
Otherwise I am doing just fine and I am writing about my near-death experience. The book will be published soon, current working title: How to kill yourself without knowing anything about how to kill yourself. A bit cumbersome, but I am sure the marketing people will come with something snappier. You will find the book in the self help section of your favourite bookstore soon.
Fainting is the new extreme sport
Skiing The Emergency Chute at VGA
Statistically speaking the most dangerous part of air travel is driving to and from the airport. I always believed the same holds true for backcountry skiing, some of the back-roads here in the Coast Mountains are pretty hairy. Add snow and ice, low visibility and driving the FSRs is approaching the odds of a Russian Roulette. Not to mention the Sea to Sky highway which might very well be the most dangerous stretch of road in North America.
Today I proved myself right with a gash that required 21 stitches and allowed me to glimpse my skull, a sight something hitherto unknown to me. And all this before I even got into the car to go pick up Matt for the drive to Chance Creek FSR and the possibility of skiing Cloudburst Mountain with fellow ACC members.
Instead I got my first ride in an ambulance and first trip to ER in 20 years.
What a way to start the day. No skiing today!
WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED:
I woke up at 5:45 AM, got up, turned off the alarm clock, walked to the kitchen, put the kettle to boil, did not feel too well, walked to the dining area, sat down thinking I should call Matt and cancel. That is the last thing I remember. Next I woke up in a pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. The ER doctor thought I actually stood up before losing consciousness and letting gravity take over my body.
Otherwise I am doing just fine and I am writing about my near-death experience. The book will be published soon, current working title: How to kill yourself without knowing anything about how to kill yourself. A bit cumbersome, but I am sure the marketing people will come with something snappier. You will find the book in the self help section of your favourite bookstore soon.