I mentioned on my personal blog that with my meds for a sinus infection and Greg's new cold, I was hoping we were coming to the end of illness in our house. Hold my beer. Last Thursday, Mike was hit from behind on a slope at Telluride. A ride down on a ski patrol sled, a trip to the Telluride ER, and one CT scan later, he is dealing with two non-displaced fractured ribs and a probable concussion. Can you imagine how fast that guy had to be going to upend Mike, a 6', 200-pound man? I can't. He is holding his own and will see his own NP on Wednesday for a follow-up.
Being a small town, word has gotten out, I guess from the two guys he was with, that he is injured, and we are getting calls and texts to check on him. It is appreciated.
We're now at 91.5 inches after getting an additional three inches Friday night into Saturday. Since I'm feeling better, I've been out taking photos of the neighboring houses. They're getting buried!
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living in paradise |
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The Whites |
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JP and Michelle's |
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The Veenstras |
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The Radles |
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View from MFL near Camp Bird Road |
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Our little road maze |
Greg and I went to tail-end of the Ice Festival yesterday. Unfortunately, we were too late to find the water bottle that Barb wanted - hoping to find it at Ouray Mountain Sports - but we were lucky enough to be able to listen to an instructor and student climbing up near the upper bridge. Fascinating!
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from the lower bridge looking down |
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the student |
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from the lower bridge looking north towards town. |
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