My Father dually initiated me into to the ecstasy of snow sports and inevitability of emergency care. In my early youth, on the occasions that our Kansan fields would lay under the blanket of 'at least an inch' of snow, he would invert the hood of an old 57 ford, tie it to the back of 67 ford and drag my brothers and I behind. From out of the drivers window my Father would scream, “For God sakes, hold on to your sister. That metal lip will cut her head off!”
Those death defying experiences and the life long goal to find some level of cool drove me to skiing. I have found that when the winter weekend rolls around, the snow has fallen, even one near perfect turn and the day is complete on the hill, I am full with joy. It is my bliss.
Because there is a clear need for emergency medical skills when one is passionate about snow sports I am a National Ski Patroller. Beyond assisting the scared or injured, which is certainly satisfying, I get to ski with some of the very best skiers in the country. I am not that, for sure, but maybe someday! In the meantime I get to do something that I truly love and continue to improve my performance in this lifetime sport.
