Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
I didn’t die yesterday, nor even seriously hurt myself, but the possibility of doing either has not left my mind since watching the helmet cam footage.
At first glance the law of large numbers would seem to say that if anyone spends enough time doing gravity-powered sports, injuries resulting from running into things on accident will happen. This must be true, but I don’t think it is merely true.
I never felt especially solid during the descent yesterday. My thighs were worked from running the day before, and even though I took it easy on the ascent with an eye for the descent, my legs felt tired, fast. The funky, heavy snow did not help. Neither did the lack of Voile wedge on the new pair of Marquettes, the benefits of which I now a evangelist for. In summary, it may not have been the best day for me to be pushing aggressive lines in the tight trees. It’s something that will figure more prominently in my decision making process from now on, and I’ll be wearing a helmet a lot more often, too.
I would rather not die just yet, though I have no intention of giving up on skiing, mountain biking, packrafting, and other activities which well simulate flying at the risk of falling, more rudely than usual, to earth. All costs have, after all, benefits.