How my new rockered skis almost killed me
So I just got my first pair of rockered skis.
I got the Blue House Maesrto in a 189. They are 118 under foot with early rise tip and tail and traditional camber in the center. I managed to ski 7 out of the last 9 days on them, with all but one day in decent to great powder. The float is amazing; they have no tendency to dive, like my ’08 goats that I otherwise liked so much.
They handle great at high speeds even in harder snow, but one of their best attributes is how easily they initiate turns in tighter terrain. I feel much more confident in my ability to turn safely in tighter trees, both at speed but just as importantly before coming up to speed I can whip them around to get started in trees that were previously too tight on the stiffer, all cambered skis.
So in a nut shell, I’ve been skiing a lot faster, both in the trees and in open bowls. We got out into some great snow on the back side of Copper Sunday and got fresh tracks off the West ridge. It was great watching Riley really digging the powder and launching off of small rocks and generally ripping hard for a 9 year old. Skiing with another good adlut, we take turns leading and sweeping with each adult skiing twice as far as each of his turns. I had just gotten done carefully explaining what drops were safe for him and how not to drop into a blind zone that might land on rocks.
I’d been scoping out a line through some little trees in a cliff band that is only visible from the chair. The second lap i thought i had my line picked well with marker rocks and trees to either just drop off a small convexity or maybe up to an 8 foot rock into open space. I went third and blew by Craw and Riley in to the desired zone at what for me is about full speed. As I approached the horizon, I could tell I was not where I had intended, but above a much bigger drop. This was a drop I had every intention of avoiding, but thought it should go if it was hit right. The drop ended up being an estimated 20+ feet with mandatory rocks to clear of at least 30’ out. I committed and sailed over a horrible looking boulder garden and landed just a little back seat in deep soft snow. Even with the Barrons maxed out on DIN 12, they double ejected and sent me auguring in deep. I immediately sensed that I was mostly ok, but had hurt my shoulder.
I guess the adrenaline of the launch and crash allowed me to kid myself that it was not dislocated for a few moments. I had Craw feel my shoulders, and he was inconclusive. By the lift line I was in a lot of pain. I went in and talked to ski patrol at the summit who confirmed the obvious, but was not allowed to help try to reduce. Marty and I gave a quick go at it but could not get it in.
After a painful mile of groomers to the bottom, the fine folks at the St. Anthony’s had it back in with minimal delays.
While I had no intention of ever launching the spot that I did, I really got off pretty easy with just a shoulder injury.
If Riley got a good lesson out of the deal, it may almost be justifiable.
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