It has been almost 16 years now since the February afternoon when I hit a patch of ice on the early portion of the Avenger trail on the Bear Peak side of Attitash. My skis let go of the surface, and I flew into the boundary of the woods, landing in a twisted pile with my helmet just scraping the root of a tree.
The first thing I heard were the voices of concerned peers, coming from the Flying Bear Quad chairlift just above me.
The second thing I noticed was the searing pain shooting through my left knee.
Two days later I visited my doctor, who told me I had, indeed, torn my ACL and sprained my MCL. I wouldn’t be skiing for a while, he said. That’s fine, I naively responded, as long as I would be OK for my trip to Lake Tahoe coming up in a few weeks.