i came flying through the woods, slipped on some ice and my left ski hit the tree and ripped off causing me to cartwheel into the stump visible in the last picture. luckily i was able to break most of my fall with my head hitting the stump (wear your helmet people). as i walked back uphill i noticed something funny....
somehow the ski is fine
edit: normal size pictures now
edit 2: i just recalled a funny encounter i had with an old shit head just prior to this event.
Shithead: (unprompted) "you want some safety advice?"
me: "no"
Shithead: "remove your pole straps when you're skiing in the woods, you can dislocate your shoulder"
me: "i know, i've already messed up my shoulder, but i dont like loosing poles at top speed in the woods"
shithead: "then you know its easier to dislocate it again"
me: "um, yeah thanks for the preachy attitude though, how about you suck a dick and not block the traverse in the future?"
i was probably just being rude to a nice guy, but i really hate the attitude that just because i'm older i know more than you. i dont tell him how to drive, raise his kids, load his skis properly or how to go about any of the other minutia of daily life, why should he tell me? i know about the shoulder thing, it sucks, but what often sucks more is having your pole get ripped out of your hand by a tenacious ice crust then hurtling into a stand of tight trees with one pole, bad things happen, i know, i've done it. as i recall this guy wasn't wearing a helmet...
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