When I was an Army Cadet, many decades ago now, I was a member of a competitive first aid team, meaning that we would travel locally and compete against other first aid teams in mocked up disaster scenarios. This involved very detailed training. After we had won a particular event our team had been invited to become members of the Mount Washington Ski Patrol. I had never skiied before, and being quite young still figured that meant we would wait in a warm ski lodge in the mountains for people to come to us for help. My bubble was burst when it was explained that the expectation would be I would ski to the injured party. What? I had just completed an intensive course on treating horrific ski accidents. I had a VIVID image of what splintered fiberglass did to a human body that I couldn't shake. I was not going to be caught on skis! Crazy talk! So I declined. And I have never put a ski on my feet. It's one of the last hold outs of things that scare me that I haven't confr...
