The five of us piled into Aaron's bus about three weeks ago and kept driving until we got to Loveland for a few days of snow and slopes. It was bitter cold, but the lift lines were short and we were in good spirits until I snagged the nose of my board on a rope fence going full tilt down the hill, smacked down on the hard packed groomed run, and broke my collarbone into five pieces. Note to self: stay away from the ropes. Ouch.
The rest of my day looked something like this.
If you look close, you can see that my left shoulder just doesn't look quite right. The break was bad enough that I needed to have surgery, which happened that same evening. One titanium plate, eight little screws, and a healthy dose of Percocet later, I was almost as good as new and Aaron hauled my groggy rear back to the condo to finally get some sleep.
The next morning was bright and sunny. Everyone felt sorry that I would have to sit in the lodge all day. Briefly. Anthony stole my coat.
Classic Colorado.
The guys spent another day at Loveland and then part of Saturday at A-Basin, so managed to rack up some decent vertical. There were no more major incidents, although we did manage to break a couple of binding straps and Aaron's rig wouldn't start on Saturday morning. And someone kept stinking up the van on the way home...
I had a follow-up exam Tuesday and snapped a picture of the before and after.
1 comment:
Oh my goodness, Robby! You sure did a number on yourself! Guess it's a good thing you have sunshine in your sights! And yes, avoiding ropes unless you're climbing, is generally recommended! Hope you're off the percoset soon!
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