Not quite closing it out, Ross came off onto the stairs, catching the tips of his skis.
Double ejecting, he failed to let go of the winch handle.
I snapped a few more photos.
Ross, still in pain, eventually picked himself up on the ground.
The crew broke down the lights, winch and generator and headed out.
I said goodnight and crawled into bed a little past 1:00 a.m.
3:30 a.m.
The light came on in my room and Geoff was standing in my doorway.
Cell to his ear, he asked me the address of my apartment.
A police cruiser arrived in a matter of 3 or 4 minutes.
Almost as quickly as they had arrived, the emergency crews departed and the din and lights subsided.
I hope you enjoy it.
