I’m no great shakes on a snowboard, but I enjoy the snow. I even feel, occasionally, the glimmer of why some people think it’s one of the best ways to pass the time. On Saturday morning, at Kirkwood, we enjoyed a sunny, windless day with few people on the slopes. The base is almost endless, though there was no fresh powder. Aside from that, I couldn’t ask for more.
The one jarring note of the day was watching a snowmobile scoot by pulling a sled at the base of the mountain, at 9:30 in the morning. The sled had three people in it, one person lying prone, and two ski patrol members tending to the prone person. By tending, I mean performing CPR. A short while later, riding up the chair, we watched a chopper come in fast. It wasn’t there for sightseeing. I did a cursory scan of news sites to see what I could learn, but I can’t find anything to satisfy my (morbid) curiousity. It was a beautiful day… was it the last for that person?
Obviously, the contrast is still with me, but I still had a great day on the mountain. Is that wrong?