A Sweet Skiing Holiday That Went Sour
When you ask most folks they will tell you that winter ushers in Christmas; indeed that is true, a real fact. However to snow mongers like me, winters usher in a new dawn of lovely outdoor activities which have been quite irresistible to me. Think of skiing, snowboarding, snowmobiling etc.
I’m Andy, Andy Jones. I loved being called just Andy. Since I was a little boy growing up in Michigan, I loved the dreaded cold season. To me and other boys in my neighborhood, winter season meant a time to go out, make some snowballs and have some throwing at each other. At times we would carve some nice imitations of our teachers, Santa etc.
I hadn’t seen the dangers which can be posed by skiing until last winter season. First you need to know that it has been almost 15 years or so since I matured up and quit those childish yet nostalgic games of throwing snowballs to other boys. Currently I’m out of college.
In my last year in college my colleagues and I had a planned for a winter vacation which we managed to go together with a great desire to ski. We had planned this for long and as our college exams for the end of each were through, we all gathered, took a flight and boom, we were in Blairmore.
Blairmore is a favorite winter spot located in Alberta, Canada. There’s no question about our unanimous choice of this skiing because if you inquire from all skiing fanatics, you will agree that it was a nice location for college boys who’ve longed to go for an adventure together.
Everything was well in the two days of our supposed 4-day tour. Given that Pass Powderkeg Ski Resort, the company that manages skiing and snowboarding have different snow runs on their famous Ski Hill, each member of my group was comfortable skiing or snowboarding in the most convenient run. Those experienced like me or my colleague Kyle were quite comfortable in the advanced ski run which we teased others, like Tom who were stuck at the beginners run, that we are at the ‘Seniors’.
I admit that was wrong. Totally wrong. It really made others that we were looking forward to graduate together look like real amateur. Problem began when Hulk who was also quite close to me at school insisted that he would be joining us in the afternoon (this was in the second day) to have ‘fun’ skiing in our run. We all laughed (‘Seniors’) at him but we so why not allow him. We wanted some more interesting reasons to make our evening in this beautiful city.
All started well. The instructors had seen our prowess in skiing and didn’t take time to notice the new face because we went there as a group. Actually, I don’t think they could have identified him, or recognized any of us with the skiing helmets that we had already donned.
Everything was smooth for about 45 minutes before the unexpected happened to Tom. I was not near him but he crushed badly. By the time I arrived at the scene which was all full of people, staff, instructors and other merry-makers, the paramedics had already taken him. I learnt that he was unconscious when by the time that they arrived.
Anyway what followed was most sorrowful news. He had fractured his backbone and wouldn’t be able to get on his feet again. I couldn’t fathom the graduation with him glued to a wheel chair.