It's been awile since I've posted on here, but am very glad to see things are still cranking away. Here's something that I wrote just about a year ago but haven't posted up anywhere, essentially it's a personal take on what happened after this: http://backcountryaccess.com/blog/?p=1821 Take it as you will.
We are well into summer now, the last three weeks being a blur of pain meds and sympathetic conversations. This has been a tough report to come up with i must say. I just keep looking over the pictures from the day trying to think of what made it any different from the others- inherent risk I suppose. I keep thinking back to the the moment where I was back at the trailhead, I sat down on a rock with SAR and paramedics swarming around but there was a moment i turned to see who had sat down next to me, and it was my dad, and I started balling. I had held in my pain and my emotions all day but the sight of my dad sitting right beside me at the end of it all was too much. I started balling, crying it all out while the paramedic was still standing there trying to ask me questions. And it felt good to get that emotion out, to pour it all out on the table.