Ski trip

Despite my injury we really did have a great ski trip. We were supposed to go with our friends Brett and Dana, but at the last minute Dana couldn’t go so it was me and the boys.  The flight out was great and we quickly got settled into our rooms at the Marriott Mountainside Lodge. Then off to get skis, lift tickets and a snack at the bottom of the mountain while we watched the skiers come down for the day.  

Day 1 and 2 of skiing were amazing.  I didn’t take many pictures because I kept thinking I would do that at the end of the week when the boys were more patient. The first two days they were chomping at the bit to get out on the slopes and did not want to stop for a photo op.  Never did it occur to me that I might not be present for days 3 and 4 on the slopes!  Oh well at least I got a few pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The biggest difference in my ski attire this trip was my helmet.  It is the first time I ever wore one, and I’m really glad I did.  I generally hate anything on my head b/c it gives me a headache, but the helmet didn’t bother me.  I haven’t skied in 4 years, and I bet 4 years ago less than half the skiers had on helmets.  This time I would say 90% were wearing helmets.  I will never again ski without one!  Not sure if I hit my head when I had my massive fall, but I know that is a lot better than knowing that I hit my head and feeling it the next day too.  Trust me the knee was enough!

Day 2 on the slopes:

Lots of powder!

   

Lots of trees!

 

A few wrong turns meant we ended up in some bowls and trees that we hadn’t planned on visiting but turned out really fun and so beautiful!

Sometime after this picture I took the spectacular fall.  We were on our last run of the day and were almost at the bottom of the mountain.  Matter of fact I could see the bottom and was so looking forward to getting into the hot tub with a cold drink.  I came around the slow signs with my skis perfectly together and thinking I was looking just like Lindsay Vaughn.  Unfortunately my fall was more similar to Lindsay’s than my skiing!  Brett saw it and said the look on my face said trouble.  Albi came over and immediately started examining my knee.  Ski patrol was there too.  I was determined not to go down the last 200ft on a ski patrol back board, and Albi was pretty confident my ACL was intact (he was right!).   I got my skis on and skied the rest of the way down.  Then I walked back to the hotel which was thankfully pretty close. 

The swelling wasn’t bad when we got to the room, so Albi let me get in the hot tub, but by the time we got back to the room and I showered, I couldn’t put any weight on my leg.  Albi examined me 100 times over the next few days.  He bought me a knee brace and crutches and borrowed a wheelchair from the hotel. 

I was insistent on us not going home, and the boys skiing without me.  I actually enjoyed the quiet time in the hotel room by myself.  I never get alone time, so it was nice to have a little of it.    I think the boys did a lot of tree runs without me and rarely if ever looked at the map.  They skied blindly and had a great time!  I was jealous but don’t know if I could have handled their spontaneity! My knee felt a lot better after two days of rest, and I really thought it would heal on its own.  I don’t think any of us ever contemplated a surgical fracture and it was probably good that we didn’t know that until we got home.