He left a trail a mile long...
He being me in this case.

When I were but a firefly, I went on a school skiing trip. This is natural territory for injuries, with kids being kids and son on. True to expectations, there were a couple of minor breaks and sprains, but these were neither here nor there.

As a child, I was (and still am to some degree) prone to nosebleeds, and it so happened that the altitude in this resort seemed to set me off. Two incidents stick in the mind.

The first was fairly mundane - being perched over the kitchen sink and watching my nose literally flow with blood. If I didn't lose half a pint at least, I'd be very surprised.

The second was much more fun. We were on a 4 person chairlift, me sitting on the side, when my nasal gremlins struck again. With no tissues readily available, I ended up having to dribble over the side - and this was a long chairlift! The journey came to an end, and I eventually dried up, leaving a large patch of deep red snow at the top of the lift. So, what would you as a gore hungry 14 year old do?

We followed the trail down of course, and had one of the best runs of the week, doing an impromptu off-piste trek down the chair lift trail and through the trees.
( Fireflier La la la la, not listening on, Wed 13 Aug 2008, 11:26, Reply)