OK, I had a collision with another ski instructor. It’s not like we didn’t both know the code. It was a morning warm up, not too many people around, and it was the last short pitch before the chairlift. I was skiing at a moderate pace but still working on arcing nice turns. Right at the apex of my turn, at the last second I see Peter, apparently at the apex of his turn from the other side of the slope. I know he wasn’t in front of me, I didn’t know he was anywhere near me, as I thought I was the last one of our group. He apparently didn’t see me out of his peripheral vision either. We must have looked like symmetry, arcing turns coming together at the apexes. Or Jerrys of the day. Or both.
Regardless, I was surprised, I found I had double ejected, and had to walk uphill about 10-20 feet to retrieve my skis. Didn’t seem too bad, a little sore in my abdomen. Shook it off. Before teaching a class I went into the restroom and checked for bruises (none) also to see if there was any kidney contusion (nope, pee was normal). I taught my morning class, but in the middle of it my lower left rib was getting painful. Took an ibuprofen at lunch, felt good enough to do a clinic in the afternoon. But very painful afterwards. I’m pretty sure I have a cracked rib. A snug bandage around my lower rib cage, a compression top, and Tylenol are now my best friends.
So, is there a takeaway? I don’t know. Who’s at fault? I don’t know. I was in control, and aware of my surroundings, I thought. Peter is a decent guy and we both checked in with each other throughout the day, riding the lift together several times.
Code or no code, shit can happen. Be careful, and don’t expect the code of conduct to protect you at all times.