Dan
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This time it was my fibula. I went away to climb some mountains in the Pyrenees after Christmas. We made it up the first mountain (Aneto) after several weather delays. We walked over the border into Gavarnie, France and on the approach to Vignemale, I rolled a big loose rock off a steep snow section and fell.
I knew right away that my ankle was broken by the way my foot kept flopping over to the side. For the first while I was really tired and seeing spots. My climbing partner set up a rope and we rapped back down to some stable snow. From their, I crawled down an avalanche slope about a km to a stream while he went to retrieve my pack which had taken a beating. After that he splinted my leg with both of our axes and I hobbled the rest of the way back to a dam with a hut in it.
He ran about 10k to the nearest village and I sat tight and tried to keep my toes from going numb. Sometime in the night a helicopter dropped by and picked me up and I spent 3 days in the hospital in Lourdes where they drilled some metal into my bones. Best Christmas vacation ever.
P.S. If you haven't noticed. I brought a much nicer camera this time.
I knew right away that my ankle was broken by the way my foot kept flopping over to the side. For the first while I was really tired and seeing spots. My climbing partner set up a rope and we rapped back down to some stable snow. From their, I crawled down an avalanche slope about a km to a stream while he went to retrieve my pack which had taken a beating. After that he splinted my leg with both of our axes and I hobbled the rest of the way back to a dam with a hut in it.
He ran about 10k to the nearest village and I sat tight and tried to keep my toes from going numb. Sometime in the night a helicopter dropped by and picked me up and I spent 3 days in the hospital in Lourdes where they drilled some metal into my bones. Best Christmas vacation ever.
P.S. If you haven't noticed. I brought a much nicer camera this time.