The sun was bright this chilly winter morning. Some friends and I decided to take our snowmobiles on Tuscobia Trail starting in Rice Lake, Wisconsin- as we have done many times before. We all started the morning with a few beers and good laughs. We were very competitive to see who was the fastest to complete the 53 mile ride. I felt I had no problem beating everyone with my 700cc Arctic Cat. I was so proud of that machine. No one was going to beat me.
             Right away I took the lead, breaking the fresh snow and leaving a cloud of powder behind me. I even slowed down a couple of times to let the others catch up a little. About a half hour into the ride, I decided to have a little extra fun taking a jump over County Rd SS. I approached the ditch and never had enough speed to make the jump as anticipated. I turned around to get a better run at it. Instantly, I saw a concrete culvert that was about 25 feet wide in my path going downhill. I knew I had to hit the throttle to clear this so not to ruin my snowmobile. I did so and was airborne several feet up.
             In the air, I held tight and unexpectedly lost control. I was still hanging on when I landed. My main problem was that my body was not on the snowmobile. Next thing I remember I was laying on the ground in a bush with my snowmobile sitting along side of me. I remember crying in pain without knowing what was wrong with me. I looked at my hip and noticed that it was sticking out a good foot out to the left. I was all alone without my cellphone and no one around. I don't know the pain of child birth- but can tell you for sure the pain I was experiencing had to been the most severe possible. The pain was constant.
             I screamed and yelled as loud as I possibly could. I could not move even one inch. I prayed to God for help and just hoped that my friends would realize that I am no longer on the trail. I could hear several other snowmobiles go by. They never saw me or heard me yellin...