Oh glory days, oh crappy days. Yesterday, we woke up to new snow and cold temperatures in Telluride. As Larry unsteadily climbed up those mountain roads, the clouds steadily got thicker and as we parked, those beautiful flakes of frozen water called snow was swirling all around us. Since snow storms and visibility seldom walk hand in hand, and since the strong wind was building windslabs in open terrain, we decided to play it safe and stay below the tree line. Good choice. At the ridge, just above the tree line, the cornices had grown exponentially since the day before, and there were cracks shooting everywhere in the snow. However, below the tree line, the snow was absolutely awesome. The joy!!
Oh I wish I could have stopped there, with the joy. I just wanted to climb up and down that hill all day, but my crappy, shitty, #@%& body just isn’t on my side at the moment. At the very end of the run, snow conditions changed and I was not paying attention, so I managed to twist my knee. I didnt think that it was that bad at first, just a small compression, but today it is fairly obvious that something is wrong. I cannot straighten out my leg, or at least, I don’t dare to. So now I am sitting here in bed whining again, thinking of all the worst case scenarios and feeling extremely sorry for myself. Outside my window, it is -10 C and the sun is shining on those beautiful mountains. I know, I know, it could be so much worse, I could have broken a leg or a neck at the very beginning of the season, and I still dont think that I have cancer, and I am not starving, and I still am at one of the most beautiful places on earth. I really should not whine. Ok. So I’ll stop. But can we then just decide once and for all that I’ve just strained an ACL, and will be fine by tomorrow? Please, please, please, please? It is just sooo enoying not being able to move around freely! I was terryfied that my clumsiness would keep Martin off the mountain as well, but luckily he managed to meet up with some local dude this morning and got to go touring in the sun. Good for him. Oh well, I’ll just use the day to get some work done.
The Hungry Hen Report 