First of all my condolences to Doug’s family and friends. I had meet Doug 1 month through mutual friends and rode a couple of days with him. He was a great rider and a true purist that loved sledding and worked very hard to be able to do it. Until Tuesday, I did not know that Doug was the one being worked on at the bottom of the hill.
I was the guy that was buried on the far side of the mountain that Saturday afternoon.
Our group had rode passed the others in the fog and crossed the ridge when everyone else turned around. We got into a perfect trackless valley that we all dream of. The sun was shining, powder was deep, all was good. Deciding we should make tracks out a shorter and more direct way, incase it was dark when we wanted to go, we headed back to the hill that we usually drop in and started running at it. In the fog we couldn’t see the top but knew where we needed to be. One of the group set off a smaller slide that should have been enough warning for us but we just moved over and lined up better for the top. I was the fourth in the group to run the hill making it about ¾ the way. As I started to turn out, the hill let go above me. This was the 3rd slide I have been in and the second time buried. I turned the sled back up into the slide hoping to climb up through it. No luck. I dug in and the sled started to roll. I couldn’t get off the up hill side and spent the next 3-5 seconds fighting to get away from my sled. They say “to swim” when in a slide. I tried to get onto my stomach to paddle but the sled kept rolling onto my feet, also a 30 lb backpack pulling me down. When things started to slow down I could feel the weight of the snow pile up on me. It covered me by close to a meter and got dark quick.
I thought I would panic in this situation, but instead I was quite relaxed knowing who was on the surface. Good friends that know what they are doing should be on the top of the “must have list” with a beacon, shovel and probe. They had me out in about 5 minutes.
Our group was the only ones on the mountain with a satellite phone. We never ride without a Sat. phone and everyone carries beacons, probes, shovels, first aid kit, and overnight survival kits. And I won’t ride again without an ABS backpack. (
www.rockymountainxtreme.com Keith 403-823-9977) I better not hear anyone say they are too expensive after what I have seen in the last 18 years of mountain riding. We all need to be prepared to Aid, dig a fellow rider out and do CPR or what ever it takes.
Our group of friends started boon docking 6 years ago and we don’t see much hill climbing nor do we see many other riders. Don’t be fooled in that this is safer. 6 years ago while tree riding at Blue Lakes I was hit from behind by a slow moving slide and pushed into trees with my knees hooked under the handle bars. This time I was by myself and covered over my head with only my arms and face out of the snow. It took about 30 minutes to dig myself out and about 45 before anyone else in my group found me.
The reason I am writing this is to get more people to take training and to be more aware of how dangerous the hills can be whether riding in Alberta, BC or US. Anything over 30 degrees can slide and kill. Even if we only ride 2-3 times a year we need to know how to save a friends life. I think by now we all know someone that has been in a slide and wished we could be there to help them out.
In conclusion, as I tell my wife, the most dangerous part of sledding is the highway out there and back. Another rider has said that I am “going to be killed on a sled”. But with the friends, experience, equipment, and training we have I think I am in for many more great years of doing what I love.