I spent this past weekend on the slopes patrolling. We haven’t had much new snow lately but it’s been cold so we haven’t lost much either. I figured this would be a standard weekend with the usual run-of-the-mill injuries – a wrist here, a knee there, a few bumps and bruises. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
There are certain types of injuries that maybe occur once a season, maybe. This weekend however, saw several very burly incidents, one right after another. When I say burly, I mean broken bones, deep lacerations, and bloodshed. I found myself asking, “What will happen next?” but I was afraid what the answer might be.
Normally, I like to include pictures with my posts to help enhance the text. I decided to forgo images from this weekend because the gnarly injuries wouldn’t have looked very good next to the pictures of my nieces and nephews.
There are certain types of injuries that maybe occur once a season, maybe. This weekend however, saw several very burly incidents, one right after another. When I say burly, I mean broken bones, deep lacerations, and bloodshed. I found myself asking, “What will happen next?” but I was afraid what the answer might be.
Normally, I like to include pictures with my posts to help enhance the text. I decided to forgo images from this weekend because the gnarly injuries wouldn’t have looked very good next to the pictures of my nieces and nephews.
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Hey, friend. I've been stalking your blog for a few months now. I feel like I'm cheating bc I get to see a glimpse into what's going on with your life without sharing any of mine. Hope you have a very happy birthday today.
Love, Kris(sy)
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