Ah, Phillip. You found my piece.
I'm the dork who greased off there on Saturday and who feels really lucky to have just been discharged from the hospital with no more than a couple of busted ribs and some very sore muscles.
First thing I want to say is many, many thanks to the guys who immobilized me and hauled my ass up the trail. I'll be writing them separately, though, through John the ranger.
Regarding the cause of the fall, I don't know. I'd led it years ago and didn't remember it being too awful. (Maybe I was younger and fitter and more skilled then??) I don't know why I came off--I don't *remember* coming off. I do remember not liking the pro before I came off, but I wasn't gripped and expecting to fall.
Anyway, I feel very fortunate. I got beat up pretty good but it could've been lots worse. For the record, I don't have a brother. (?) I busted ribs but no collarbone. Got a nice puncture in my calf. And a very slight numo thorax--no reinflation needed, thank you.
I got great care and support from everybody involved, and I'm deeply grateful.
David