Had a less-than desirable trip over the 4th, and will be headed to Gimp Central soon to start that discussion. But first, a story.
Headed from Minneapolis to Denver last Thursday for some backpacking and flyfishing with a good friend of mine. We flew into Denver early Thursday am, and the plan was to drive down to Montrose and hike into the Black Canyon of the Gunnison and fish for 3 days. Unfortunately, I never wet a line.
The hike in is a three hour trip, give or take (so I'm told). It starts with some milder up and down for the first hour, and then it gets steep and rocky, with some crazy switchbacks and steep straight descents with plenty of scree and not much in the way to hang on to. My pack was (in hindsight) too heavy, as I was not only packing in wading boots, etc, but I also had some significant camera gear along.
The hiking was taxing on the legs, but nothing I hadn't expected - until I stepped of a 16" rock ledge down onto some other rocks, slightly rolled my ankle, and heard a distinctive SNAP. My first lucky moment of this trip happened, and I didn't put any more weight on the limb, instead falling back against the rock with my good leg down, an essentially sitting down.
I removed my boot and triaged it, and was certain it was a tib-fib. We cut up a fly rod and made a splint and evaluated my state, which was pretty damn good, considering. I'm so fucking lucky that it wasn't compound, there was no blood loss or internal damage other than bone, etc etc. We made the call for my buddy to go for help. Leaving the packs where they lay, he started sprinting for the trailhead. In the meantime, I decided to try and get out of as much of the canyon as I could. I began self-evac, sliding on my butt and my hands, doing the crab walk with my arms for each step, and using my good leg for propulsion. I did this for about 2 1/2 hours, and had almost made it to a saddle in the ridge where the trail took the steep downturn.
My friend had made contact with search and rescue, and they were on the way - it was around 8:30 in the evening and starting to get dark by this point. S&R showed up about an hour or hour and a half after that - they gave me the once-over and let us know that evacuation wasn't going to happen until the next morning, and we'd be spending the night there. It was disheartening to hear, but I wasn't about to argue with the guys who were saving my ass. Another Ranger and an EMT also made his way in, arriving around midnight to help look after me.
The next morning, S&R showed up with a litter and the giant ATV wheel, along with a crew of about 13 people to get me out. It took 2 hours and 45 minutes of work by an amazing group of men and women who I owe my life to. These guys were so professional, so good - I'm so indebted to their service. From there, I was moved by ambulance to the hospital.
X-Rays showed a clear spiral fracture in the tibia with some displacement about 1/3 of the way up from my ankle, and another fracture in the fibula with no displacement, up near the head. Apparently this type of fracture is common and caused from the stress of the tibia breaking. They evaluated it, and brought the orthopedic surgeon in who would be working on me that day. By 3:00, I was in the OR having a rod put down my tibia - ended up with two screws on the lower end and one in the top.
Enter recovery mode. My sister lives in Boulder with her husband, and they came down and hung out with me, along with my buddy. I got discharged from the hospital on Saturday, and spent the night in the Super 8 before fighting traffic back to boulder on Sunday (an epic, 8 1/2 hour battle for what is typically a 5 hour drive). Monday afternoon I flew from Denver back to Minneapolis.
So here we go. Was planning on a move to San Francisco in a month with the job - that will certainly get moved out, among other things. Feeling overwhelmed with the recovery ahead and knowing my wife will bear the burden of taking care of me along with our boys. I'm so very, very, very lucky that nothing worse happened, and thankful for that. But I still can't believe a heavy pack and a misplaced step did this damage.
Anyway, there's the story.
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