14251721:Brule. said:
This thread brought back so many dark memories that I have from the past 10-12 years holy shit.
I think I was like 14 (give or take one year older or younger than that) when this happened but one time at Jore I was taking some summit laps on a nice bluebird day and as soon as I made my way down Lies, I saw a lot of Ski Patrol jackets with skis crossed up and they were literally resuscitating a skier after they had apparently skied out of control on a double-black diamond and sped right into the trees near where the trail opened out onto the main trail back to the lift. The guy was then air flown to a hospital and later died from his injuries, but during that whole situation I was very clueless as to what was going on until after I found out the person had died, which was probably the most fucked-up part of this whole incident.
Also at the same mountain when I was 11, I got clotheslined by a closed rope trying to duck it at a very high speed on my way to a race that was on the said closed trail and knocked myself out. I just remember opening my eyes and seeing the sky and screaming in pain. I tried to ski it off but I was spitting out a decent amount of blood mixed with a whole ass tooth and ended up realizing that I had two other teeth practically laying on my tongue and they were still attached to my gums. I couldn’t stand up straight, let alone walk in a straight line while I was trying to put my skis back on, and one of the parents that was gatekeeping saw how I was bleeding all over my face. He immediately called for ski patrol bc the shack wasn’t that far up the hill and my mom thought I broke my nose as soon as she saw me in base first aid. My mom drove me to the hospital from the mountain bc fuck an ambulance ride, and to this day idk if the crash or the hospital trip was more traumatic bc the tooth that fell out completely was almost put back in the wrong way in the ER, on top of the multiple injections of novocaine directly into my fucking mouth. At the end of the day, I fractured my maxilla and came extremely close to having my jaw wired shut for a short period of time.
Mentally, I’m extremely fucked up from both incidents, but it’s definitely worth getting it all off my chest now than never.