Monday, December 04, 2006
An argument for helmets
You know you've had a good weekend of skiing when you're so tired you can barely lift your arms. That's me right now after three days of murdering powder at Breckenridge. The snow was great, the severe cold (-15 at 7 a.m.) kept the crowds away. And I finally got some benefit out of wearing a helmet.
We were telemarking down Imperial Bowl, a double black at the top of Breckenridge. The snow was perfect, but the base below was a little sketchy -- i.e. grass, rocks, last year's beer cans. At one point, halfway through a turn, I hit on a sharp, low-lying boulder. The rock dug into my ski all the way to the core. The ski stopped, I kept going, doing (I'm told) a double somersault and smacking myself very hard in the back of the head with my ski. I felt the somersaults. I'm still feeling them. But I wasn't even aware of the ski whack until my friends told me what had happened.
I think that would have hurt. Glad I don't know for sure.
Posted by Dave Philipps at 8:53 AM