SledMamma
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Had a little whoopsie and got damn lucky it wasn't worse. Aside from the pretty bruise on my leg which is growing daily, the overall damage to my ego has been assessed a monetary value of 0.52 cents ;P Considering what could have happened, I consider the outcome priceless...
Saturday at Mountain Mania was pretty foggy. No one in our group was uber-familiar with Renshaw, but we had a general idea of where to go... Trying to make our way over a small ridge line and around to (hopefully) better snow in the valley and trees below, we had been going nowhere for a while. My husband and I were leading another attempt to find the trail down. He slowed up and my impatience **might** have pushed the throttle sending me nose first over cliff/cornice. The sled stopped about 25 feet down, nose first and sent me over a second wind lip to the bottom. Thank goodness the sled didn't follow and there was a lip to break the distance of the drop...
In all fairness, I did hear him say "stop" as I went over, but I was certain I could see the seemingly small cornice we were on rolling out into a gentle run out below. NOT SO MUCH
This is where I went over, as seen from across the valley the next day (Sorry about the crappy iPhone photo)
Looking at the photo from Ron's thread where the Sledder broke his leg and having seen the leg first hand, I consider myself pretty lucky to be able to laugh about it...
Saturday at Mountain Mania was pretty foggy. No one in our group was uber-familiar with Renshaw, but we had a general idea of where to go... Trying to make our way over a small ridge line and around to (hopefully) better snow in the valley and trees below, we had been going nowhere for a while. My husband and I were leading another attempt to find the trail down. He slowed up and my impatience **might** have pushed the throttle sending me nose first over cliff/cornice. The sled stopped about 25 feet down, nose first and sent me over a second wind lip to the bottom. Thank goodness the sled didn't follow and there was a lip to break the distance of the drop...
In all fairness, I did hear him say "stop" as I went over, but I was certain I could see the seemingly small cornice we were on rolling out into a gentle run out below. NOT SO MUCH
This is where I went over, as seen from across the valley the next day (Sorry about the crappy iPhone photo)
Looking at the photo from Ron's thread where the Sledder broke his leg and having seen the leg first hand, I consider myself pretty lucky to be able to laugh about it...