Man nil, Tree nil.
Matt got lucky. We got the idea to ski Mammoth's penultimate day of the season because of the novelty that it was going to be be "fresh pow" (it was a whiteout) and because it'd been 100 degrees earlier in the week. Well, Matty met the fallen tree when he missed a jump turn and smashed into it. Luckily Lesley was there because Matty passed out. She thought he was kidding around when he face planted in the snow. A few slaps and yells proved otherwise. I found Matty in the patrolman's sled at the bottom of the Mountain. We made an easy peasy trip to the ER for some Xrays, and Matty got the good news that he only had some bad contusions on his thigh and shin.
I have a bad habit of laughing when Matty hurts himself. When I see that he's green in the face, I know he's going to pass out or has just done so. It's his party trick. We asked what causes this and the nurses and doctor thought it was the pain. Tough guy.
Dear Mayumi came up to Mammoth with us. She and Erika have been visiting, and it's such a great comfort to be with old friends. We just sit around and chill. They are great with Wyatt, and I'm so lucky to still have them in my life.
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Glad to hear that Matt's OK and that it wasn't a repeat of the Buttermilk's incident.
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