I know this may be a bit belated, but felt I should share.
On Sunday April 15, 2007 our group decided to go on one last ride on the quads even though the wind was blowing harder than I have experienced anywhere. It was almost mid-day when we left Olds to take the long round-about way back to camp in the washes. We should've went back with the girls down sand highway (visibility was almost 0 at times), but kept going. I was following the leader who was literaly fading in and out of site (no - I wasn't drunk) when he disapeared 1 last time (He barely missed doing the same thing). The next thing I know I'm airborne and can't see where I'm at in relation to the dunes. I finally found sand as I hit the ground (from what I'm told at least 40 feet down) at a 90 degree angle still on my quad. Not good.
We were in such a remote area there was no cell service and nobody in site. My friend finally flagged down a group of rails that were cruising by.
This is why I posted this (Finally right) - I was in and out of consiousness and losing blood at a decent rate so i don't remember any names or rails, but there was a woman that put a blanket over me and sat there and talked to me until the paramedics showed up which was quite a while. I believe she's a nurse (She was an angel that day).
I don't know if she or any of that group is a member on this site, but I want them to realize how grateful I am of there help. Not too many people would sit there for hours waiting for further help in high winds and then help get the quad back to camp. Thank You! I would like to meet these people at some point.
In the end it was a week visit to Brawley hospital with 7 broken vertebre, 2 broken ribs, a bruised lung, and compound fracture on my left wrist.
Be careful people and take care of one another.
J
