Oh man …some pretty gruesome pictures in this thread …wish I had some.
As some of you know I was a West Coast Faller on northern Vancouver Island. Seen a few things. Wish i could un-see some of those things.
Anyway, A Faller is not the most dangerous job in the world …apparently it’s the second most …after a Coal Miner in China.
Likely the reason I like being in the wilderness and riding solo most of the time. 7 hours of survival and a funny twist at the end.
Here’s a link to a previous post that I shared a few years ago.
We can never plan or expect to be injured …we can only prepare. I generally ride solo or work on trails by myself. A gps phone and a small first aid package are always a part of my riding kit. Sh*t can happen when you least expect it.
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Another long and boring diatribe. Scroll past.
I was standing in a cashier lineup with my Canadian Tire purchase. 4th in line I was waiting my turn. I suddenly sensed someone behind me. Another customer likely, so I turned to greet the person.
“How’s it going?” I said. The gentleman politely responded. “I’m quite well. How are you?” . My...
but I’ll have chronic nerve pain forever as both hands and feet suffered nerve misfortune, tissue loss, ligament and tendon damage. I’ve found a pretty good balance with my meds and have slowly realised I need plenty of recovery time if I push myself (which I do. A bit too much, but I’m getting better at doing less). Committed to the rehab is a bit of an understatement.
