The following is a true story. I swear to its accuracy, unless otherwise noted. I have used fictitious names to maintain the privacy of the people involved.
Our friend "Rob" is an avid skier who was involved in a construction accident several weeks ago, breaking two ribs and puncturing a lung. Yesterday was a picture-perfect day and, not wanting to miss a fantastic ski day, "Rob" convinced his wife "Marni" that he was o.k. to ski. Reluctantly and with great reservation, she let him go. Quite by circumstance, the wife and I also went skiing yesterday and crossed paths with "Rob" who was skiing with his friend "Jorge" and we proceeded to ski with them.
The remainder of the story is a little muddy and I cannot swear to the accuracy of any of the following events. Even the other people who were there may disagree as to which, if any, elements are true or are complete nonsense. In reading this, we should all remember the time-honored phrase: "don't let the truth get in the way of a good story."
While skiing the trees, "Rob" went smack dab into a 3 foot diameter aspen tree going at a good clip, probably 30 MPH. He got up a bit bruised and continued skiing. If that weren't enough, he went on to hit another tree. This time wasn't quite as bad, being that he was moving along at only about 20 MPH. Bruised and bloodied, he continued on, hurt but still enjoying a beautiful Colorado ski day.
His undoing came about an hour later when he was run over by a Snow Cat. From being run over by the Snow Cat's grooming gear, his ski suit looked like it was made of corduroy. Furthermore, it appeared that he had broken an arm and a leg. The ski patrol was nowhere to be found so we took a few boards from an abandoned mine nearby that were, unfortunately, covered with rusty nails and we splinted his arm and leg.
Believe it or not, he wanted to continue skiing.
So, bruised and bloodied from two separate collisions with aspen trees and having a broken arm and leg from being run over by a Snow Cat, he continued skiing for the rest of the day, stopping only because the bar was about to close and he wanted a shot and a beer.
Amazingly, on his way to the bar, he saved a young child from a chairlift accident, catching her as she fell from a lift tower 30 feet off the ground.
This story, unbelievable as it may seem, gets even more unbelievable. "Rob" got home, cleaned himself up a bit and took "Marni" out dancing that evening.
She never suspected a thing.
Readers, enjoy your day.
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