Just waking up from a rather sound sleep really stinks; especially when I can’t raise myself out of bed or, as I just found out, turn my neck more than 10 degrees to either side. I had, what my Aunt-in-law Joanie calls, a “garage sale.” That happens when you take a spill on the slopes and lose every piece of equipment you are attached to, save the boots.
I had already taken a few runs down the green (easy) slopes when we decided to go one ski lift up to the top of the highest green slope, which I think is called Queens run. As anyone who has skied before can tell you, ordinarily, the hardest part of skiing is learning new terrain. Well, I was just about to find out how true that is. As my Uncle-in-law Jim started the run down the mountain I followed as usual with Joanie taking up the lead. I wasn’t doing too bad at first but then I hit a patch of icier than usual snow which was also badly marred by numerous other ski tracks making me completely buy it. All I really can remember is landing on my back pretty hard and sliding about 50 feet. I didn’t hurt at the time but I sure do now. Somebody get me a neck brace!
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