I enter the ski area via a path along the survey line between my property and the hill. It is narrow, and in this weather, very fast. As I picked up speed, I was thinking about the old skinny ski trick of putting one's poles between your legs and sitting on them to slow down. I didn't have time to try it.
I must have caught an edge or something, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting in a chest deep tree well with my skis in the air.
I was able to remove my skis using my feet, and after some effort, was able to get on my feet in the sugary hole. I knocked a lot of the snow down to raise the level I was standing on, then uncovered a stump of a small tree that gave me a little raised step. Poles horizontal up top to keep my hands from sinking as I pulled myself up.
If I had not been able to extricate myself, I was in shouting distance of a nearby cabin, and I am sure Wylee would have eventually found me. I did have my cell phone with me.
I didn't panic, but a fall like that can have much worse consequences when the tree(s) are heavily laden with snow - it lands on you before you know it.
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