The snowboarder's pupils grew larger, his breathing more faint. Reaching around a birch tree, I tried to stabilize his femur, which had clearly broken upon impact. As I gripped his upper leg between my forearms, his muscles spasmed. We were alone on Timbuktu, near the top of Jay Peak's Jet triple chair. As we struggled in 18 inches of powder, I felt as if we were deep in the heart of the trail's namesake.... Read more