So it’s Saturday, the last day of the skiing holiday. Fly out of here tomorrow and back to Australia. Ironically, snow is predicted for Sunday. It was a grey, overcast day with very low visibility. Dense cloud hung on top of the mountain. I had had the previous day off so I was very keen to go up, one last time. The ice and rest days seem to allow the swelling to stay within manageable dimensions. It has been a good learning experience in what is required if I’m going to continue skiing.
Margaret came up and we skied for awhile, through various iterations of fog, hard-packed snow and slush on the lower slopes. It was far from ideal and Marg, who is not feeling well, packed it in after about an hour.
I stayed out awhile longer but the cloud crept slowly down the mountain and the visibility was reduced to nothing. I don’t have the confidence anymore to ski in a total white-out, especially on an unfamiliar mountain.
So after a few more runs on my own, without great pain thankfully, I decided to go in. I never got to ski a single black run at Sun Valley so the trip ended with a whimper rather than a bang, although strangely, I have enjoyed the mixture of skiing, going for coffee, reading, sleeping and doing different things with Margaret. Adaptability is a great asset after tibial plateau fracture.
My goals after surgery were:
- To walk properly again
- To carry a heavy backpack on a long bushwalk
- To swim from Palm Beach to Manly and
- To ski again
I can’t I have achieved goal number four. I managed about 12 days skiing out of a potential 20 and the longest I skied in any one day was about 5 hours. I was in considerable pain for a fair component of the holiday and I don’t believe that my rehabilitation is as yet complete. Much remains to be done.
Still, could have been a lot worse. I’m not complaining.