This note is to all of you who helped this aging, injured mountain biker last Wednesday afternoon, Sept. 28, at about 3 to 4 p.m., by getting me safely out of the crash site (top of the switchbacks on Riverside Trail) and to the clinic.
You all gave me your names, but I was having trouble remembering my own, so my apologies to you and of course to the wonderful nurses, doctor and radiology folks (who incidentally asked if they could shorten my legs for the CAT scanner).
To my good riding buddies, Peter Dagg and Chris Hall, for being there and knowing what to do—they did all the right things, according to the firemen. After Peter and Chris made the 911 call, the firemen arrived and right behind them the paramedics, approximately 30 minutes after my crash. I was in shock and of course concerned about my injuries, but they made me feel comfortable, relaxed, and hopeful while they went about their business. They fitted me with a neck brace, back board, etc., then lifted me up and carried me the rest of the way up the switchbacks to the ambulance (no easy task).
I arrived at our wonderful clinic some time later, and again was greeted and cared for by the medical staff on duty. I know this is a way of life in Whistler and the thrill of all the mountain activities available to us, irresistible, but let’s all take a moment to reflect on how fortunate we are not only to live in the “Holy Grail of Outdoor living called Whistler” but to give thanks and support to our amazing professionals who put it out there everyday to help when needed. Prognosis: hopefully a full recovery, six weeks down the road.
You are all my heroes, each and everyone.
