Happy Birthday Peter and Buffy, last night was fun. It was good to have everyone that lives here close together. And we wish we could have had the rest there!
So last night we were having a conversation about skiing. I was tired from a busy week and had a lot to get done on Saturday. Peter was planning on going skiing and wanted someone to go with him. I really wanted to go, so we decided to do it. It came down to me, Peter, Taylor and Isaac going. It was supposed to be a nice day, so we wanted to get up there right at opening so that we could take advantage of the whole day. Peter was going to drive a different vehicle and I said, "That's crazy, we have room, let's just take one vehicle." Peter said, "Well, you guys aren't going to quit early and come home, are you?". I think he has been really looking forward to skiing for his birthday. I replied, "oh no, we'll stick it out the whole day." So, we met at 7:30 at the park'n'ride and headed up to Hood. We got there right at 9am, took 45 mins getting ski rentals for Isaac and Taylor (ridiculously inefficient) then headed out. Beautiful blue skies, sun beating down, great snow.

So, we head down on the first run and get all the way to the bottom at Flood Express, jumped on and headed back up to come down the west side. Taylor is cruising along slowly with me, and Peter and Isaac are a little ahead. Tay was a little nervous getting back on skis for the first time this season, still trying to remember the feeling of what he had learned last year. I told Peter and Isaac to go ahead and that we would meet up with them at the bottom of Flood Express. About 10 mins later I get a call from Peter. "Dave, bad news, Isaac took a fall and I think he screwed up his shoulder". So, by the time I got down to the bottom, they had worked their way down to the lift. They were calling ski patrol for him. It took about an hour to get him pulled up the mountain by a snowmobile. He went to the first aid station, they said that he should be seen by a doctor. So they discharged him and we drove 1 hour back to the hospital in Vancouver. There, it took about 3 hours to get through the process. We got home about 6pm after having him actually take the fall at 11am, less than an hour into our skiing day. Here are some pics to document the whole thing. Broken clavicle, of course, right in two.
I don't think Peter is going to drive with us next time.......