I went up one spring day with four of my buddies. It started out good, skiing corn in the back bowls of Alpine all morning. We went to lunch, where i didn't eat my bread bowl, and one of my buddies didn't finish his fries, when we went to throw them away one of my friends says that he'll take them and eat them later. He wrapped them up in a small piece of sirranwrap and put them in his jacket. We then went on a lap through the park where my buddy overrotated on a 3 ate shit and landed on his stomach, oozing the left over clam chowder out of the wrap all over his jacket. We gave him a bunch of shit then took the summit chair to the top and were going to do our own little chinese down hill. We set what lift we were going to meet at then took off. I took the lead, being that I was on the longest sticks, and everybody seemed to follow my line. I got to the lift with only one of my friends behind me. I started talking smack, basking in the glory of victory, when my next friend came up, he said that our other two friends were right behind him, when all of a sudden they dissappeared. We waited for about 5 minutes when they finally came up. My buddy Andrew says, "Dude I ate shit and cut myself." I'm thinking ice burn or something like that when I see that his pants are slashed across the front. He pulls up his pant leg and his baselayer is soaked in blood, pulls that up and has a 6 in slash across his shin gaping open about an inch wide litterally down to the bone. We skied down to the patrol hut, when they butterflied it they told us that he would have to get stiches, hopefully within the hour. The hospital in Truckee was only 10 min away so we told him that we were going to make a couple more runs, and to hold tight. The very next run I hit a rock that core shotted my ski, ripped out about 3 in of edge and put me straight on my face, complete yardsale. My friend Aron skied up to me and asked me if I was alright I tried to say yes, but I felt like I had a mouth full of snow. I spit and it turned out to be a mouth full of blood. I put two teeth through my bottom lip, Karma is a bitch. I finally gathered all of my shit and got down to the car, then the hospital. The ER was packed, it took 2 hrs for us to get in the ER. An hour later when the doctor came he began to stich Andrew's leg. The cut was deep enough that he had to do inside and outside stiches. Before he started he said, "bear with me guys, I've never done inside stiches before." He got done and called the other doctor over to inspect them, the other doctor said that they had to be redone and started pulling them out. He was pulling so hard that it was pulling the skin away from the bone, Andrew looks at me super pale and says, "I can see down my leg, get a bucket." i grabbed a trash can and he started puking in it. Him throwing up made me throw up. Both giving it up in the same bucket, and let me tell you what, STOMACH ACID ON AN OPEN WOUND STINGS LIKE HELL!!!!! We got out of the hospital 3 1/2 hrs after we got there, Andrew with 25 stiches, and me with 3, got to the car and it smelled like shitty rotten clam chowder, and we still had 3 hrs of driving ahead. My explorer smelled like shit for like a month, that smell just lingered, even after I had it detailed.
It doesn't compare to some of the other ones, I just think its a great story. Oh and bro, sorry to hear about your friend.