i am now the firmest believer in fate. this is my relation to the avalanche...whilst such a miniscule thing, it really makes you think:
skiing sunshine a week ago, i broke my arm dropping a pretty casual 20 footer in the garbage chutes. i had dropped it 6 times already that day, but on the 7th, the snow had built up more than i anticipated, causing a big fall. where it gets intertesting is that 10 minutes earlier, my mate lost his pole in the snow skiing the same chute. being lazy, instead of hiking up the hill 100 metres to help him look for it, i said i would ski down to the standish chair, then ski back down to him and help him look. however, when i got back to the garbage chutes, i looked down to learn that they had found the pole, and the next thing you knew, my mate says 'are you going to drop it again', followed by, 'i cant see why not'. an hour later im in hospital with a disloacted elbow and broken arm, with a doctor telling me i cant ski for 5-6 weeks. thus ends my upcoming road trip to the horse, SS and big white.
so i fly home, to be greeted by my girlfriend who says, 'you know, this was pribably fate, maybe one of you (my mate was also with me, who returned home with a medial ligament injury) was going to die or something'....we laughed that off, only to look on the net yesterday, and learn of this avvy, occurring at big white, on the the day that was going to be our first day skiing there, in the bowl that we had fantasized about skiing for nearly a year. then we find an aussie snowboarder has passed away.
rest in peace brother, and many condolences to your family