So I've put off starting this blog for a really long time now. The plan was to blog about my experiences out west and use it as a way to keep in touch with people back home. Unfortunately I am not very good at computer communication (i.e. FaceBook) so this has been a slow start. However, today has been such an amazing day that it seems fitting to finally start my blog. Today is the day that Ryan woke up.
That most likely doesn't make a lot of sense to the vast majority of you who I have not been keeping in touch with, so I'll go back to the beginning and we'll start from there.
I graduated from JMU on May 7th, and on May 11th my plane touched down in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. On the plane rides out I had the privilege of sitting next to a few people who were from Jackson and told me what to expect as I made my big move. They mentioned the snow, and the elk, they talked about the river and the hiking, and about how every summer people get severely injured, or worse. They talked about the tourists and how they wished there were less. I've found most of what they talked about to be surprisingly accurate.
When I arrived I was greeted in the airport by Jacqueline, a girl who normally works in sales but had been recruited to pick me up. Speaking of the airport, it is tiny. You get off of the plane on stairs that they roll up to the airplane and walk across the tarmac into the airport. There are two baggage claims. Its about a 40 minute drive from the airport to the hotel, and there is almost nothing between the two places. Having almost nothing between two places is pretty standard for Wyoming. Besides the mountains and animals there's not a lot here. There are lots of stories about things that happened for my first 3 months out here, but for now I'll just give you the highlights and fill in more later. For the first month I was out here it snowed. For those of you who don't know I am very affected by the weather. Snow is alright at christmas, or when you're skiing, but it is not ok in June. Snow in June sucks. So for the first month I was not a super happy camper.
One highlight of the first month was meeting a lot of really cool people. I hope to write about a lot of them in the upcoming posts, but for now I'll only mention a few. One thing I learned in college is how much I value just having a few close guy friends to chill with. There is something really cool about just being able to sit back and have a beer or smoke a cigar and just talk with some cool dudes. One of those guys out here for me was a guy named Andy. Andy is a pretty interesting guy, he has biked across the country and climbed all sorts of mountains. He loves pipes and good beer (he hates that I love Budlight/Coorslight). Andy also loves adventuring, which was fun for me. Once things were a little bit warmer we went hiking and bouldering and kayaking. Wyoming is a pretty amazing place when its not snowing. Through Andy I was able to meet another awesome guy named Ryan. Ryan is from Houston, Texas, but he goes to school in Lubbock (Texas Tech). Ryan is also a pretty adventurous guy, and has done his share of hiking. We share a common love for country music (and a special love for Carrie Underwood). Ryan and I were able to bike some as well as explore Jackson and get involved in the church that I attend. He taught a bunch of us to two-step, and almost convinced me to buy a pair of cowboy boots. Ryan's plan was to take a semester off of school and work out here until the season ends, which was really exciting to me, because most people are leaving in mid August.
On July 29th, on the way back down from summiting the Middle Teton Ryan lost control and fell 1,200 feet down a couloir. Amazingly there was a mountain rescue first responder who happened to be at the base of the snow field where he landed. They immediately went to work trying to stabilize him and keep him from getting hypothermia. The mountain rescue team was called and Ryan was flown out by helicopter to the base of the mountain where they stabilized him before flying him to Idaho Falls. Ryan broke his femur, pelvis and three vertebrae. He collapsed both of the lungs and sustained massive head trauma. They weren't sure he would make it at first, and then they weren't sure if he would be paralyzed, or if his brain would recover.
On day 6 in the ICU they took him off the paralytic, and he opened his eyes, but he could not move them or focus. By day 8 he had moved all of his limbs (not paralyzed!), but still could not do so on command. On day 15 they operated on his neck to fix the broken vertebrae. He also made the first facial expression he had made since the accident. About this time they said they were cautiously optimistic that he would one day (with lots of rehab and work) be able to speak and communicate again. And today, 18 days after the accident Ryan simply woke up. He is able to look around and point.He clapped when he saw a Saints jersey. They took the vent tubes out of his throat and he spoke!
This is honestly a miracle. There's no other words for it. I know that he has a long way to go, and I know that it wont all be easy, but its simply incredible that he woke up and spoke, that just doesn't happen.
This out west adventure is off to an interesting start. I'm learning a ton about Human Resources, and people, and the real world, and life, and God and myself. I've done tons of things I've never done before (white water rafting, driving a stick shift, biking 30 miles) and I know there are a ton more things to try. I hope to keep you all updated through this blog as I go out and do them. I'll continue to fill you in on my first three months here, as well as share new stories as they come up. I also hope to get some pictures on here so you can see what it looks like. Hopefully I won't wait quite so long before I write my next post.