BURIED ALIVE!
I had this incredible experience.
I was purposely buried alive. It's a long, short story! Dad is on the ski patrol at Alta and he knows people:) (Does that sound like we are special?) People with avalanche dogs that are in training. There was a planned search for the day and Jack (another ski patrolman, who happens to be Ali's Dad, and Ali happens to be someone I grew up skiing with, and she happened to be in Salt Lake, so we went skiing). Well Jack volunteered Ali and I to be buried alive.
There were two snow caves dug, about 150 yards apart,
about 4 feet under the snow.
My cave was large enough that I had two feet to spare in length
and a foot plus around me.
We climbed into the hole, and the patrolman covered the opening with snow.
I did really well, no panic attacks, no scary thoughts. But I didn't have snow on my face or pressing on me. That would have changed this experience substantially. I was surprised how I could hear a skier, the dog running around and people talking. I was told that when in the hole, you can hear whats on top of the snow. But if I had tried to yell or whistle. I would not be heard. They say I was only in the hole about 20 minutes before Mika started to dig me out. Yep, in a real avalanche, I would probably be dead. Gives you something to think about. Wear Beacons!
Shauna and Ali
Jack, Ali, Mom, Dad, Tina and Shauna
Challenger, here we come!
This was such a fun day!
Ali, call me anytime you can come to town and ski!
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