Dislocated my hip after some soft looking rollers turned out to be concrete about half way up the ramp at Bridger on Tuesday. Dropped on to them, got bucked, lost one ski and my boot went into the crust and I went tomahawking away. My buddy behind couldnt find my 2nd ski, turned out it was down at the bottom of the ramp, about 250 yards away. Another skiier and snowboarder came by as I was trying to evaluate the situation. I was pretty sure my hip had come out, but thought that it had maybe gone back in because I had some knee mobility and the pain wasnt excruciating (yet), but was pretty sure I hadnt broken my leg. Looking back, I should have known it was still out cause I couldnt really move my leg at all and my right femur was angulated in towards my left knee pretty bad. We discussed trying to get me back in-bounds before calling for help, but in trying to get myself seated on a snowboard the pain was out of control and I realized that it would be more dangerous to try and move me. I called 911 to get a hold of ski patrol and we sent the other two guys down to let my girlfriend who we were supposed to meet know what was going on.
The first patroler to arrive was actually off duty, but had spoken to the kids we sent down in the parking lot and learned where I was and skinned straight up to us. He and my buddy dug out a shelf for the sled, and within another half hour 4 more patrollers were there and it was time to move me on to the vacuum-pack. I was coherent and reasonable up until that point, but from that first move, and for the next 2-3 hours and 5 subsequent moves it took to get me to the hospital, I'm pretty sure I was screaming almost non-stop and in a conscious but delirious state from the intensity of the pain.
I remember distinctly finally getting into the ambulance and promises of morphine, and the morphine doing nothing to diminish my agony. Im pretty sure she called the hospital to get permission and ended up giving me three shots, I think close to 20mg of morphine, and me begging them to just knock me out because it wasnt helping any.
When I came too in hospital, I was still asking the nurse if they were going to put me out before they put my hip back in, I didnt realize I had already been knocked out and put back together! As I shook off the anesthesia I did realize that the pain was no longer dominating my world so something must have been fixed.
Speaking to the Doctor after a cat-scan I learned that the prognosis was as good as I could possibly hope for. Everything looked un-damadged bone and soft tissue wise, so probably two weeks on crutches and a month and a half of PT before Im shredding again! Not even done for the season!

Pretty lame for my first season out west, but I am nothing but grateful for such an excellent rescue from Bridger Bowl Ski Patrol and to have such great and supportive friends and girlfriend to help me through the recovery process. And for Obama'care. Fuck yea healthcare till Im 26! Milk that shit!

Ya'll shred safe now y'hear!