Answer: Me
Yeah, so I was skiing A-Basin this morning in basically crappy conditions. On the 3rd run, myself and two friends were assaulted by golf ball sized ice chunks on top of the Lenawee Lift. To get out of the hailage, I traversed down Lenawee Face. When I was ~150 feet from the top rollover, I heard a noise above me. I turned to see a large metal/wood object headed straight for me (and only 10 feet away). I tried to use my spider monkey skills to dodge but it was useless. The thing hit me at the boottop and grabbed my skis. I fell on top of it, felt my skis come free, and rolled off. I watched it, now identified as some sort of fence, careen down the hill and come to a stop in a gully. I then assessed myself and felt that everything was okay. I then noticed my (FKS) heal piece lying in the snow above me. This pissed me off as my 183 Bro/FKS combo was something I vowed to ski forever. At the same time, I noticed that my middle finger hurt and it was 45 degrees from right. I flexed it and felt it pop back into place. My buddy picked up my (healpieceless) ski and we made it down 1/2 the mountain before I flagged a snowmobile to get me down. I spent part of the time doing a 2-person toboggan on a snowboard (spinning uncontrollably the whole way, it was fun).
The A-Basin patrol/staff were exceedingly kind/helpful with the situation. They were relieved to find out that all I cared about was the health of my skis and to make sure my fonger was just dislocated and not broken. They're currently helicoiling holes so that the bindings go back in. I chalk the whole situation up to a completely freak accident. Granted, my finger hurts and it sucks to have my skis fucked up but they did a good job of making things right. I have no interest in profiting at the expense of a cool ski area.
The biggest pain that I suffered that day occured in the bar later on. My other friend was practicing her mothering skills (not at my request) and checking on the finger. She noticed that the ice was chilling my other fingers but not the one that was inflamed. When she called me on it, I responded sarcastically with, "Nurse, what would you suggest I do". She responded with, "I suggest you stop being such a fucking pussy". I was shamed and didn't talk for 5 minutes.
Anyway, beer is calming down the situation and I'm alternating between laughing at the fact that I wasn't hurt and being pissed that I'm touch-typing with a splint on my middle finger. I hope I can cram it into a mitten tomorrow for some (hopefully) fresh-snow skiing.
Fucking fences...
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