Yeah, that just about says it all.
I was going down a blue and somehow fell directly onto my butt without losing balance. So, I was squatted on my skiis, butt dragging in the snow… but not slowing down. About 3/4 down the hill, tears freezing to my face and my voice scratchy from crying to Amy for help, I hit that tree.
Amy was busy taking the picture; as such she didn’t help me (the picture, I need to stress, is not posed at all).
The same thing happened when Alfonso found me stuck in my chair. People in Washington are mean.