Nevertheless, days before Christmas, on a -16°F day in Yellowstone Park, traumatic injury became my reality.
Suddenly, I’m on my back on the ice and snow-covered ground. The 700-pound snowmobile I’d ridden all day was now resting on top of my 125-pound frame. As it was pulled off me, I opened my eyes to find a circle of people peering down at me—all with a similar “Oh @#$!” expressions of on their faces. Continue reading