re: #117 teleskiguy

Didn’t you, um, *break your leg* there?

Tibia, dislocated ankle. Came off the upper basin and into the trees in heavy powder and caught my left ski under a fallen branch while wearing Marker Roto-mats,

Snap! Why is my ski backward?

Oh Holy Jesus that really hurts! Yells loudly.

My Da stomps back uphill, takes a look and says “Just sit, I’m going for help” and goes hell for leather down the steepest fall in front of him. Fifteen minutes later the cavalry arrives and you know how it ended. In drooling opiod induced embarrassment in a “You fucked up!” sled. Well, I was like thirteen.