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Seeing as the rain clouds were coming to pay us a rainy week visit, I hopped at the chance to go hit the slopes. Snowboarding for the first time in over 4 years. Ironically enough, I have my snowboard in Israel since I had it brought up to me while living there. Well, thankfully all my good people own many snowboards, so I was set up to go.
Lets backtrack for one second. About 5 weeks ago, we headed up to Hunter mountain to get some snow. But God had another plan and we never made it to the mountain... So I was especially pumped when I finally saw the mountain pass by the left side of the passenger car window.
This time we were heading up to Mt. Creek and it already started lightly drizzling when we headed out at 4:00 pm. It didn't look like we were going to hit any daylight, which for a videographer is less exciting news, but who cares?! I'm finally getting to the mountain.
See, I don't think you quite understand how deep my love for snowboarding runs. It's always remained my favorite sport. I started surfing in Israel only because there just isn't enough of a snowboarding season up there.
See, I don't think you quite understand how deep my love for snowboarding runs. It's always remained my favorite sport. I started surfing in Israel only because there just isn't enough of a snowboarding season up there.
We get to the mountain, the South side, where the more advanced riders prefer to go. We all have our season passes so no need for delay; except me reversing my bindings from righty to lefty (goofy). We get to the top of the mountain, clip our back feet in and let gravity do the rest. Well, for whatever reason, and there are plenty, I clipped the side of the trail and caught an edge; which valuated me into the air. And then I landed. On what, I'm not too sure, but after brushing myself off and assuring Helen, the very nice ski patrol lady that I was alright, I completed my run down the mountain, hoping my slipped disc wasn't at all affected..
When we restarted our ascent to the peak, I realized that my right hand was protruding heavily where it shouldn't be. The adrenaline from the fall must have subsided, because I started feeling the weight of my fall. The combination of immense pain, disfigured hand, and moving ski lift high above the ground, made me feel extremely dizzy and fainty. I started seeing blurred vision and so proceeded to bring the lift bar down in case I lost consciousness, at least I shouldn't fall right off. I also informed the 2 other riders with me that I may pass out. Luckily I don't think I lost consciousness, but the second we reached the exit point, I collapsed onto the ground in search for cold snow.
The lift was halted as I rolled off to the side. Ski patrol was called to come assess my condition. After explaining what had happened, I opted for riding down but was warned against it. So they strapped me into the gurney and took me down the mountain. At ski patrol headquarters, I had my vitals checked and hand examined. I was advised to go to the hospital to get my hand x-rayed. So we went back to the mountain for a few more hours. This time I only stuck to straight riding without any risks taken. No jumps or rails.
When we restarted our ascent to the peak, I realized that my right hand was protruding heavily where it shouldn't be. The adrenaline from the fall must have subsided, because I started feeling the weight of my fall. The combination of immense pain, disfigured hand, and moving ski lift high above the ground, made me feel extremely dizzy and fainty. I started seeing blurred vision and so proceeded to bring the lift bar down in case I lost consciousness, at least I shouldn't fall right off. I also informed the 2 other riders with me that I may pass out. Luckily I don't think I lost consciousness, but the second we reached the exit point, I collapsed onto the ground in search for cold snow.
The lift was halted as I rolled off to the side. Ski patrol was called to come assess my condition. After explaining what had happened, I opted for riding down but was warned against it. So they strapped me into the gurney and took me down the mountain. At ski patrol headquarters, I had my vitals checked and hand examined. I was advised to go to the hospital to get my hand x-rayed. So we went back to the mountain for a few more hours. This time I only stuck to straight riding without any risks taken. No jumps or rails.
So after a day of trying to ignore the pain in my hand I had xrays taken and, well, it's going to be a bit more of a challenging next 6 weeks. I'm trying to get the best cast on the market because if I wasn't working today I'd be going up to the mountain right away. Always staying positive and always being grateful.
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