Or perhaps that’s when the injured finally get dragged into the medic station? Years ago I knocked myself the * out up on Mt. Hood. It was a “night ski” session, and about 30 minutes after my first run I went off some kicker and (I guess) landed head first. I spent the next 4 hours aimlessly wandering around the mountain carrying my snowboard. Someone finally coaxed me to the medic shack at around 11 pm. And currently my separated rib(s?) are finally healing up from a small off that happened out in the Mojave desert this past thanksgiving. I figured I’d just share that so I can be part of the club.