Dust on Crust

The last two days I spent up at Lolo Pass doing a little skiing. Conditions are great for this time of year. There is an awesome base set up and about 8 inches of powder on crust.

Karl skining up the ridge

Friends and I had a blast skiing today, but unfortunately we had a little mishap. At the bottom of our first run, I came to a stop just below my buddy Bob. As I was doing so, Karl's dog Finbar, slipped on the crust and slid into me. I was worried that I may have skied over his leg, but Finbar let out no yelp nor did he act hurt. We continued on and started to skin back up the slope. As I followed the trail, I notices blood all over it. I figured one of the dogs must have ripped a pad open. No big deal. As I approached Karl, he told me that Finbar had a cut on his leg but couldn't tell what size it was. I figured it had to have been from me. The blood trail continued to the ridge top where we finally had a chance to look at the damage. What we saw surprised that shit out of us! Finbar wasn't just cut, he was filleted open. The gash was about 1.5 inches wide by 4 inches long. The entire length of which we could see the tibia bone. A quick wrap on the leg and we were back skiing again. This time to the car. The day was over.

View of the Bitterroot Mountains

Finbar seemed to manage just fine the rest of the day. After some beers, we were heading to Missoula and Finbar to the vet.

Poor Finbar