Skiers Get Bundled Out Of Nowhere By Avalanche And One Unlucky Soul Gets Buried Alive

Well isn’t James the luckiest SOB alive today.  That’s some scary shit. The dude was buried 6-feet under before he knew what hit him. And that didn’t even look like that bad of an avalanche to cause that much harm. It seriously seemed like just a couple of flakes. But what do I know, I don’t even leave my place when it’s drizzling and get the shakes on ski-lifts let alone have the nuts to venture high up on untamed mountaintops. To each their own.

The buried guy who almost bought the farm wrote a blog about his experience and it sounds like the worst, coldest nightmare ever.  NOPE:

As the snow piled higher and higher, It became darker and darker until I was surrounded by an eerie black silence, broken only by the sound of my slow breathing and racing heartbeat. “Okay” I thought to myself; “You’re dead.” I had a shovel and probe in my backpack and I was wearing a transceiver, however, the others were only carrying a shovel and probe. I was convinced that they would not find me in time. Unable to move I focused on slowing my breathing, relaxing and conserving oxygen. I felt bizarrely emotionless and wondered for a moment what death would be like. Then I remembered that I was reaching upwards with my left arm, ski pole still attached. I tried to wiggle my hand and I felt a ‘pop’ as the top 5cm of the pole broke the surface of the snow. Suddenly emotion flooded through me as I realised that Andrew, Dan and Leonard would be able to locate me under the snow if they saw the tip of the pole. However I still forced myself to remain calm as I sat in wait.