So, as was predicted, the weather did not cooperate, and today's race has been postponed. We did a dry run getting dressed and out the door at 4:30, only to receive a text telling us we would not be required until 8:30. All this to say I had to live through the worst part of the day (waking up before dawn) twice.
Our team was fully assembled today, as were the field-of-play guys, so they thought it was an ideal opportunity to run a training scenario. The scenario was a racer down on the training ski-out from the course, with a bilateral pelvic fracture. The FOP (field of play) guys sprang into action and were first on-scene, and called in the medevac promptly. The helo spun up and took off with a HETS (helicopter external transport system) technician dangling below. A few minutes later, the helo was back at the pad with patient in tow, and Guy and I sprang to action to load the patient into the sled behind the snowmobile for transport to the ambulance, and from there, onto the alternate medical facility. Why the alternate facility? In this scenario, the terrorists were listening to our radio frequencies, and had called in a bomb threat to the primary care facility.
We were cut loose early today, as today's events had been postponed until Monday. The schedule has been completely thrown out the window, and we may not be caught up until the 22nd, which is the day before my next scheduled day off. The good news is that due to the 20+ cm predicted overnight tonight, our team was given the day off, so four or five of us are going to tear it up again.
I may be heading up to Whistler tonight to quench my thirst, as I've been offered more than one floor to sleep on, but will sort that out after dinner. For the time being, I've got a spare couple of hours to do some maintenance on my beach muscles. No legs though, because they're getting plenty of punishment out here.
This computer doesn't have the oomph to handle my helmet cam vids, so powder riding clips are on hold until further notice.
Spec3 out.
Sounds really booooorrrring, only one helicopter, pshaw, and it was just a "threat"... You could have been at Fortune, there was a 7 year old kid with a hangnail and we got to run up a two man, and we got like free hot chocolate!!!!
ReplyDeleteNext time, can you hang Guy off the rope? Looks like you're having an okay time, hope you don't get too bored.
See you soon,
JS