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After getting gravel picked out of me for a few hours, I was finally leaving the hospital when I saw a reflection of myself and realized, "Boy I need a camera!"
(Which to their credit, grossed out my riding companions Dave and Loreen.) Upon reaching home, my housemate of the time, Nathan, wondered if I was wearing make-up - then realized we needed a camera. So hence the accompanying picture(s) courtesy of another friend's (Curt) camera.
I enjoyed listening to Nathan calling friends up saying something like, "James was in a pretty bad bike wreck. - No he's OK. - Do you have a camera?"
So how did all this happen? Well... Dave, Loreen and I rode to the top of snowball (a local ski slope), had a nice snack and began to come down. It was a nice riding day - no snow or hail (as opposed to two previous excursions that summer.) During the final leg of the trip, Dave was somewhere ahead and Loreen was a little behind me on the access road from the top to the parking lot at the base and I figured I wanted to catch up to Dave.
This is where the story diverges:
James' memoryFirst thing I remember I'm slowly going down the hill aware I was in some sort of accident. Next thing I remember is Loreen cleaning some gravel off my face in the bath room. Then I'm sitting outside feeling a bit chilled, but the August sun felt good. People were looking at me strangely. I got into my car as a passenger as Dave drove down the hill and I don't remember anything from that half hour drive. |
And what actually happenedStory and more pictures will eventually be forthcoming.... |