I wasn't going to talk about my accident on my blog, mainly due the fact that I feel that everyone who knows me has been encompassed with this story, just as much as I have. But, I feel that this event has shaped my life incredibly and ultimately brought me where I am today.
*Beware of the images seen in this post, they may be gruesome. I am completely serious about this disclaimer!
On October 18th, 2006, my parents, sisters, and I took a trip to the Little Valley Sand Dunes near Green River to ride our 4 wheelers. I was in school at the University of Utah, finishing up my degree. I had just transferred from Utah State University and was living at my parents house. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend, which actually prompted this family vacation. We had been 4 wheeling for years, riding in almost every park in Utah (where atv's were allowed), mainly on trials and occasionally on dunes. Out of the 3 girls, my sisters, Tiffany and Jessica, were the more aggressive riders. Jessica and her adventurous/ competitive spirit always wanted to be a the front. While I much preferred to hang in back and enjoy the ride and the surroundings. We had been having a wonderful weekend riding, playing games, campfires, and girl talk. We have always been very close.
We moved camp to a new location on Saturday night to begin our ride on Sunday morning. My mom wasn't feeling well so she stayed in the motor-home while my dad took my sisters and I for a ride on the sand dunes. My dad led the way, Jessica, then Tiffany, and I in back, of course. I wish I could give a wonderful description of the cool morning air on my face and the smell of the sand, but honestly, I do not remember that Sunday morning. I don't remember breakfast or getting on my 4 wheeler. I don't remember the shape of the dunes or the trial. I don't remember the accident at all. I have flashes of memory that I have combined with pictures and family witness to create this story.
On Sunday, October 20th, 2006, my father found me sitting in the sand next to my four wheeler, a trial of gear behind me where I had come to a stop. Helmet, gloves, ipod. My hands covering my mouth, I looked to my dad. I was bleeding profusely. No one saw the accident, it took a couple of minutes for them to realize I wasn't with them. I am not sure how long I had been there. I am told not long at all. My dad still doesn't like to talk about that day, or what he saw when he found me. From my injuries, we suppose that I anticipated a shallow valley from one dune cornice to the bottom. This one, unlike the others, was incredibly deep, creating a bowl. My speed was too fast and when I tried to ride it out to the bottom, the front of my four wheeler hit the sand flinging my hips into the handle bars ( I must have been standing). The shield on my helmet pushed back exposing my face, my mouth hitting the metal grid on top of the ATV, lacerating my lip, knocking out my six upper teeth, and breaking my bottom four in half.
|One week after the accident|