Trees always Win
Somethings are just not meant to happen. I beat my cold, fixed my neck, I thought I had beaten the uphill battle. Then skiing down to the chair through the trees hot on Connor’s tails a gully came out of nowhere and I was going too fast and had no choice but to send it into the gully. At the last minute Connor slowed down to stop before the gully, turned right and I smashed into him, sending him ten feet into the gully, I went careening into a tree with my right thigh taking all the impact. I hit so hard it took both my skis off immediately and I knew I was done for this week. I started yelling at the top of my lungs, not because I was in pain but because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to ski the 40 foot double drop I wanted to do for my comp run. Poor Connor and Chris thought I must have broke my leg the way I was yelling but I soon explained I wasn’t physically broken. I immediately threw snow in my pants, I was able to make it down to the Stoke Chair, and Joe Lammers (RMR Patroller) gave me a lift on his sled up to the Gondola and I was able to download where the boys were waiting with the truck.
I fell apart taking my boots off back at Connor’s, knowing I wouldn’t be able to put them on again for a while. Missing this comp has been a hard one to swallow, with some of the best skiers in the World here, it was the perfect opportunity to show the rest of the World that I can compete with the best. I went to the hospital and I was happy to hear my knee was stable, and the muscle took most of the impact.
Everything happens for a reason, but it can be very hard to justify when I have now missed three World Tour stops in the 11/12 comp season. I want to win this tour one day, and weeks like this make it hard to keep that vision going. The way I look at it is I got to come out here to Revi, ski some powder, and hang out with good old friends. And as my injured friend Aaron said, “At least we’re not dead.”