Just limped my way back to the states after a nice crash at the 2nd stop of the Freeride World Tour in St. Moritz, Switzerland. I picked a line with a rocky steep critical section where you don't want to fall. Well I nicked a rock and started carwheeling. Even though I knew I was about to go through a bunch of rocks, I had peace that God would protect me. Pretty calm for how wrong things were going. After bouncing off a couple rocks down a small cliff, I ended back on my feet and rode out to the bottom. Everyone was amazed I was standing, let alone finishing my run still trying to post a decent score! All I could say was God had my back. I found out later that the organizer of the event had already called the medics before I even stopped tumbling down the mountain. Everone said it looked really bad. I honestly felt nothing. Praise God!

 

Andy Finch