Yikes, I’ve had a few close calls too, and I know what you mean about time slowing down. I’m glad you’re ok!
We (me, hubby and male friend) were skinning up Mt. Sparrowhawk in the spring one year and were going to ski down. It was my first time on skins, and they are a bit difficult to get used to. On a really easy, short downhill (with skins on), I somehow fell in such a way that I pretty much tore my right quad muscle. I stupidly told the guys to go ahead and I’d slowly pick my way down and meet them in a bit.
It was after about five minutes of my trying to ski down that I realized it was almost impossible to put weight on that leg, so I was skiing to the left. I remember the snow was really deep and at one point I fell and was pretty much stuck there. I had a few minutes of panic that they wouldn’t find me and I’d be stuck.
They eventually came and found me and the male friend actually had to piggy back me down, a few meters at a time (imagine how hard that would be on the legs - super deep powder with an extra 150 lbs. on your back) before putting me down for a few minutes to take a break. He gets going at one point and suddenly everything starts to narrow and we’ve got cliff on each side of us - we’re in a deep avy col. He suddenly stops/falls and I see that we had almost gone over an ice waterfall of about 10 feet high. There is no way out except to go down, which we decided to attempt.
Ever try to down climb on icy rock with ski boots on? Almost impossible. I slipped, fell on my back, and went over head first. By some miracle of who knows what, I landed on a nice downslope with no injuries - but time certainly slowed in those few seconds that I was flying through the air and I thought that was it. The guys climbed down with only a few problems and we started to continue down…until we came to the next ledge, and saw there was about 25 feet of sheer rock cliff below us.
We had to climb out, without ropes. Very scary, and I was in a lot of pain. I took my own pack and my skis and we struggled our way up the rock, skis catching in the trees. It sucked.
Finally we made it out and got below the snow line and in to the trees. I think it took us about six hours to get out.
The worst part of it all was that we had our Siberian Husky with us, and she wouldn’t come over the first cliff. She took off back up the mountain and we had to make the decision to keep going. We drove buddy back in to the city, getting him home around 10:30, and then hubby and I drove back out to the base of the mountain. We slept in the car until the sun started coming up and he made his way back up the mountain to look for the dog. He found her about two hours in, happy as can be, and hungry.
I learned a LOT about mountain preparedness that day.