So all I ever read is "patrol sucks", "patrol took my pass", "waah waah waaaaah". So I thought I would make a post that actually gives credit where credit is due. I've had two incidents where I've gotten fucked up at Bear Mountain, and both times Patrol has helped me out immensely.
First incident, for those of you familiar with Geronimo, you know that to the right of the mountain you have Bow Canyon, which is pretty much steeps and more steeps of tree skiing. When there is no snow, which is most of the time, it's a ravine full of jagged rocks. Anyway, I was fucking around on Geronimo and dropping little small 5-8 foot cornices (if you can even call them that) off of the left side of Geronimo, and ended up landing backseat on one and losing control and flying off the cliffside of Geronimo that leads into Bow canyon. Luckily, I landed on a patch of snow, about 2 feet away from a rock. I was about 6-8 feet below the run, but the slope of the canyon was so steep, I couldn't move without gravity dragging me down unto the rocks below me. Anyway, ski patrol JUST so happened to be passing by and the they got me out of there before anything else went wrong.
Second incident, which actually happened today. I was skiing Outlaw, which is currently a closed run, but with the recent foot plus of snow we've gotten has been getting some action from people jumping the "closed" boundary. Anyway, I was one of those people. Unfortunately, I thought I could just charge down the hill with near center mounted THA 187s, and ended up having my tips dive. I went face first into the snow and had my feet go over my head, which then sent a large crack down my spine. After I got over the shock of possibly being paralyzed, I got my shit together and noticed my left ski was gone. It was no where! After probing around the snow, which was prolly about above my knee, for about 30 minutes I rode down the mountain on one ski and I got a hold of, yup, you guessed it, SNOW PATROL. The one dude gave me a hard time about having gone on a closed run, but he went on his snowmobile to go look for it. He was right, it was my fault, nevertheless, he went and looked for it. Unfortunately, he didn't find it. So as I was in the parking lot getting ready to go home to pick up my other pair of skis to go look for my lost ski, the patrol dude runs after me and aks if he takes me up there with the snowmobile, if I will go look for it. Of course I said yes. So I got a nice sled ride up the mountain, and he dropped me off about halfway up the run and waited for me to find the ski.
To make a long story short, after 30 more minutes of hiking and searching for the damn ski, I found it buried off the side of the run. I put it on, thanked the guy and skied off with only a warning to not go on closed runs.
Just thought I'd share my experiences and prove that not all mountain patrol are dicks. So cut 'em some slack, they're just doing their jobs.