Ira Riklis continues discussing the seemingly lost art of courtesy on the ski slopes
As I’m in a short traverse within the funnel, I notice out of the corner of my eye a skier barreling at me at high speed from above and to my left. It is obvious that unless one or both of us makes a tight turn away, we are about to prove the first rule of physics, two solid bodies cannot occupy the same space at the same time; and there will be pain! As I am an expert skier, I am able to immediately turn hard to my right and avoid hitting this other skier. However, the turn was too tight, my speed too high, the terrain too steep and the conditions too hard packed for my skis to hold their carve.
I go down and hit hard against the hard packed snow. Thank God I was wearing a helmet because my head hit particularly hard. I skidded along the hard pack snow for some distance until I came to a stop. I lay there for a short while, I have no concept of how long, until my head cleared enough to think. I was clearly bruised, but was anything broken?
Once I took inventory to see if I had broken any body part, found that I was still intact, I finally lifted up my head to look around. Below me on the slope I could see that the other skier had come to a stop. When he saw my head come up, he called out to me. “Hey A*****E, watch where you’re skiing!”