This is from Facebook by a former pro patrol member at White Pass, WA. Read it and think hard.
PLEASE READ THIS ACCOUNT OF A TREE WELL INCIDENT REPORTED BY GEORGE RAZEY, FORMER WP PRO PATROLLER:
I was skiing February 16, 2021 at White Pass Ski Area in the Washington Cascades. This is my home mountain and my home away from home. I ski patrolled at White Pass for many years laughed with friends, met my wife and have brought our 5-year-old twin's here to ski many times.
I have heard stories of skiers getting stuck in tree wells. I was involved in a body recovery from a tree well when I was patrolling. I've always told myself that I don't understand why people don't just kick their skis off and climb out! Yesterday, I received a very abrupt reality check.
While tree skiing with friends (in-bounds) on a great pow day I was traveling at what I would say was a speed between 20 and 30 mph when I caught my ski tip on a branch under the snow which sent me into a head first lawn dart situation, straight into a tree well. Instantly, I was disoriented and fighting for breaths of air. I inhaled snow to the point it induced vomiting followed by the inhalation of more snow. My pole straps pinned my hands to my hips. I was unable to make space around my mouth and nose to breathe. Panicked, I had to scream at myself mentally to calm down, hold my breath and think. In between moments of panic and focusing upon holding my breath I was able to tip my head back allowing the snow to hold my goggles in place while maneuvering my mouth into the cavity of my goggles. I got a few decent breaths which allowed me to focus upon freeing my left hand. My hand free, I located a tree branch and slowly, painstakingly pulled my body up one inch at a time while wiggling enough to allow snow to go past and under me while working my body upwards. I was able to continue working my way up but had lost the breathing space my goggles had provided. At this point it became even more of a fight to survive. On what I anticipated was my last minute or two of consciousness, I was able to punch a hole with my one free arm to the surface which made a tunnel and I was able to get fresh air to my mouth. My body was still in a taco position, head around 2 ft below snow level and far from relaxed. After a couple minutes of regaining strength I was able to get an arm around the tree trunk and heave my fading body the rest of the way out of the hole. Finally, with my upper body out of the hole I could start to relax. I was so oxygen deprived and cold (I had to pull my hands out of my mittens to get them free of my poles) my hands were completely useless. I was able to use Google talk text through my pocket to send out a message to my ski partner that I was okay. He was waiting at the lift knowing that I had just minutes before been right behind him. I had to shove my hands into my pants between my thighs to regain feeling and movement because I was unable to open any of my pockets. My hands were no more useful than if they were pieces of lumber.
Oddly enough I had received a text message that I heard and felt when I went into the tree well. As I looked at my phone later I noticed that 15 minutes had elapsed between the text I received and the text I sent to my partner via talk text through my pocket. I had been under the snow for 15 minutes, and it took me a total of 25 minutes from entering the tree well to returning to the groomed run. I was less than 300 yards from a flat groomed run yet totally out of sight beneath the snow.
I rejoined my group of friends. Upon reflection, I believe anything short of someone seeing me disappear into the tree would have allowed help to arrive before it was too late.
I don't normally share my stories I just post occasional pictures.
I'm doing this as a reminder, warning and wake up call keep an eye on your ski/ride partner, keep calm and don't stop fighting! This can happen to you!
Stay safe
I have never fought so hard in my live to stay Alive.
PLEASE READ THIS ACCOUNT OF A TREE WELL INCIDENT REPORTED BY GEORGE RAZEY, FORMER WP PRO PATROLLER:
I was skiing February 16, 2021 at White Pass Ski Area in the Washington Cascades. This is my home mountain and my home away from home. I ski patrolled at White Pass for many years laughed with friends, met my wife and have brought our 5-year-old twin's here to ski many times.
I have heard stories of skiers getting stuck in tree wells. I was involved in a body recovery from a tree well when I was patrolling. I've always told myself that I don't understand why people don't just kick their skis off and climb out! Yesterday, I received a very abrupt reality check.
While tree skiing with friends (in-bounds) on a great pow day I was traveling at what I would say was a speed between 20 and 30 mph when I caught my ski tip on a branch under the snow which sent me into a head first lawn dart situation, straight into a tree well. Instantly, I was disoriented and fighting for breaths of air. I inhaled snow to the point it induced vomiting followed by the inhalation of more snow. My pole straps pinned my hands to my hips. I was unable to make space around my mouth and nose to breathe. Panicked, I had to scream at myself mentally to calm down, hold my breath and think. In between moments of panic and focusing upon holding my breath I was able to tip my head back allowing the snow to hold my goggles in place while maneuvering my mouth into the cavity of my goggles. I got a few decent breaths which allowed me to focus upon freeing my left hand. My hand free, I located a tree branch and slowly, painstakingly pulled my body up one inch at a time while wiggling enough to allow snow to go past and under me while working my body upwards. I was able to continue working my way up but had lost the breathing space my goggles had provided. At this point it became even more of a fight to survive. On what I anticipated was my last minute or two of consciousness, I was able to punch a hole with my one free arm to the surface which made a tunnel and I was able to get fresh air to my mouth. My body was still in a taco position, head around 2 ft below snow level and far from relaxed. After a couple minutes of regaining strength I was able to get an arm around the tree trunk and heave my fading body the rest of the way out of the hole. Finally, with my upper body out of the hole I could start to relax. I was so oxygen deprived and cold (I had to pull my hands out of my mittens to get them free of my poles) my hands were completely useless. I was able to use Google talk text through my pocket to send out a message to my ski partner that I was okay. He was waiting at the lift knowing that I had just minutes before been right behind him. I had to shove my hands into my pants between my thighs to regain feeling and movement because I was unable to open any of my pockets. My hands were no more useful than if they were pieces of lumber.
Oddly enough I had received a text message that I heard and felt when I went into the tree well. As I looked at my phone later I noticed that 15 minutes had elapsed between the text I received and the text I sent to my partner via talk text through my pocket. I had been under the snow for 15 minutes, and it took me a total of 25 minutes from entering the tree well to returning to the groomed run. I was less than 300 yards from a flat groomed run yet totally out of sight beneath the snow.
I rejoined my group of friends. Upon reflection, I believe anything short of someone seeing me disappear into the tree would have allowed help to arrive before it was too late.
I don't normally share my stories I just post occasional pictures.
I'm doing this as a reminder, warning and wake up call keep an eye on your ski/ride partner, keep calm and don't stop fighting! This can happen to you!
Stay safe