After an early July full of doin' stuff (that obviously wasn't blogging) I'm back with something of a horror story. And a kind of creepy little girl to go with it.
Just in case all the scrapes on my legs and scratches on my bike I've picked up on the trails weren't enough to remind me that I seem to be attempting a decently extreme sport (who'd've thunk it?), the Jackson Hole Daily ran this article over the weekend.
The essence of the piece went like this:
"A Jackson mountain biker went to the hospital after being rescued Friday afternoon from the Cache Creek area.
Teton County Search and Rescue volunteers retrieved Derek Collins, 38, after a crash on the Ferrin Trail.
He sustained “substantial injuries,” in the accident, rescue coordinator Tim Ciocarlan said."
To read about the rescue and the details of how the wreck happened, follow the link to jhnewsandguide.com's archives. The article notes that he crashed when he took his eyes off the trail for a second.
I will grant you that I am not yet at the ability level to ever take my eyes off the trail, because even when I'm staring right at them, rocks are tricky little bastards lying in wait to wreak havoc on my forward momentum. I also am still on the Kindergarten-level trails in the National Forest, meaning I can't even handle the trail that leads to the Ferrin Trail.
However, word on the street is Collins dislocated his hip, which is clearly a nasty-ass way to end a summer afternoon. This biking shit can get serious. And yet I still went out on the trails this weekend, which probably says something negative about my sanity,
So good luck and speedy recovery to Derek Collins and here's hoping none of the rest of us (including me) have to call on Search and Rescue any time soon.
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