So this past weekend was Dirtfest 2010, hosted by Rothrock outfitters in conjunction with Dirt Rag. I was really excited to go because there were people I have ridden mountain bikes with since the dawn of time, (or at least 20 years) as well as my old team mates from Evolution whom I haven't pounded trails with in quite some time. My fun meter was brimming as we packed up and readied ourselves for a few days of fun.

We arrived on Friday afternoon and had enough time to set up camp and throw din din on the fire. Friday night was spent catching up with friends and enjoying a few brews. At dusk, we headed over to the festival, as we opted for more civilized camping facilities. (Hey, it's nice to have a shower and a little more than a piss hole.) Whatever floats your boat. I love remote camping, but with a kid in tow, clean bathrooms are nice. 7 Points Camp at Raystown Lake was fabu. Check out the review on my website if you want details.
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On Saturday, my amazing hubby was gracious enough to let me ride; he took one for the team by hanging with our son, noodling around and fishing at the lake. I was all a twitter to get out on a ride with the girls. Breakfast took a bit, as I am determined to cook on natural fire when camping. By brunch, breakfast was served. Frankie was relieved because she was itching to get out. She had consumed 2 Mountain dews by now and was raring to go. My Dunkin' Donuts morning blend of Java was still kicking in. Not that it mattered. Riding couldn't commence until noon due to hunting. Not a bad price to pay to coexist and ride trails that I would kill to have in my back yard. (Although I do live in a MTB mecca) These are just too sweet.

Frankie...freeloading at Sue and Joanne's crib.
We finally saddled up. Me, Sweet Baby D, Frankie, Sue and Jill. Joanne left me hanging to be the caboose on my own. She feigned soreness from Friday's ride and left me with the pack of hungry wolves. We were going to let Todd and Chris come along, cuz really, they are just like one of the girls. Their primping and preening took too long, so we left without them; figuring they would catch up somewhere out on the trail.

Our first point of entry was Stony Trail which was just up from the campground. The terrain was quick, tight and rolling. It reminded me a lot of Fairhill, DE with all the tight, narrow singletrack. It's the kind of terrain that is fast and fun, but you have to be on your game and pay attention. The trails twisted and turned quickly. I often felt like I was on a roller coaster, whipping around, going over the "whooptie doo's" and catching air. I was giddy with delight.

At some point, we headed over to the Locomotive Trail. We bombed down that with Frankie leading the way over to Sidewinder. Well, we knew Sidewinder had a fairly fast, sharp hairpin with a table top that gets hit with a lot of speed. We stopped for a break and discussed our plan of attack. We agreed that we would all take it easy and see what this table top had to offer. We are all experienced riders, so we knew our limits and wanted a look see. Our plan was to check it out and then I was going to take pics of any of the girls who wanted to go back and jump it. Sweet Baby D (Donna) is our resident Dirt Jumper, so I thought it would be a cool spot to shoot.
Well...we all know how the best laid plans sometimes go. Frankie and Donna led the way. Sue followed with Jill and then me in tow. When I cut the hair pin turn, I was so focused on the trial that I never saw what laid up ahead. When I got over the table top, Sue was toppled over on her bike, with the wind knocked out of her. Jill and I called the girls back. From what Sue remembers, there was a guy who was sanding off to the side...he had apparently crashed earlier and was still dazed. Sue caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye...enough to distract her and launch her over the table top, into the air. She hit the tree with her bar end which forced her left bar end to possibly jab her in the stomach. When we peeled Sue off her bike, we could see her seat was sheered off. This was probably the main culprit of her injuries.
Once Sue caught her breath, all color drained from her face and her lips turned blue. Frankie raised Sue's legs above her head to keep her from passing out. Donna whipped out an emergency blanket from her bag and covered Sue. I frantically called my husband, who went to the Ranger who called 911. 911 kept trying to call me to get out location, but every time I answered, the phone buzzed with a bad connection. I called down to a buddy at the SRAM to try and get help that way, but he didn't hear the ring.
As luck would have it, a fellow rider came along who was an EMT. He knew things were serious and took control of the situation. Right after, our knight in shining armor, Evan (from Rothrock Outfitters) was seen in the woods on a lower trail. Evan is one of the event staff and local dudes. I love him. Frankie called to him. As soon as he got to the scene, he got on the phone and called down to the festival where EMT's and Ambulance were stationed. He gave them the EXACT way-points of where we were and the EMT with Sue instructed Evan to ask for a board, neck brace and Helicopter to a trauma center.

Withing a short time, the ambulance found their way up a grassy double-track road that intersected the trail. In the meantime, these other riders and fellow campers camp upon us. They were E.R. doctors. Seriously? how lucky could we get. I went from thinking holy shit-Sue is bleeding internally (I knew it was at least her spleen and broken ribs), how are we going to get her out of here...to WOW. I cannot believe our lucky day. The E.R guys, EMT's and Evan bushwhacked through the woods with Sue on the body board. Jill went with her. The guys took the bikes too and delivered them down to the festival and then brought them back to camp for us!
Turns out, without Evan's knowledge, there would have been a 1.5 mile carry to the ambulance. There also would have been a much longer wait. As we came to find out, time was of the essence. Once they got Sue in the ambulance, they I.V.'d her and took her to a waiting Helicopter which airlifted her to Altoona Regional Trauma Center (an hour drive away).
My husband drove Joanne up to the trauma center. When they got there, Sue was already out of surgery. Massive internal bleeding...severed spleen, lacerated liver, punctured bowel and broken rib. Doc's said she was lucky. Her fitness level helped her big time. Had Sue been taken to a local hospital, she would have been airlifted somewhere else...or worse, according to doc's, not made it. Some scary shit when you're out having a good time with friends.
Pretty traumatic day for everyone. Even more so for Sue. She is one tough cookie though and I have no doubt she'll be hitting the trails as soon as she can. For now, she is in great pain and has a long road ahead for recovery. I think she will be much light and faster without that spleen. I hear they can just slow you down. At least that is what Mike Y. always said.
I will say that if it were not for Evan (and Josh helped too) things would not have progressed in the same manner. The EMT and E.R. guys were equally crucial to Sue's safety. We are eternally grateful to these guys. You saved our friend and what could have been a nightmare ending to what was supposed to be a fun day.
With all that said, we all agreed we would go back to Dirtfest and Raystown Lake, camp and ride the Allegrippis Trails too. We are seasoned riders who know that accidents happen, and Saturday was just not our lucky day. Other than Sue's adventure, we had a great time, hung out with great friends and it was one fun event worth going to again. The trails are sa-weet!

Jill and Suzie Q...
One suggestion for the festival folks...911 was useless. There should be a main contact number for Evan or someone at the event who can contact the waiting ambulance that is on site and direct them where to go. This was crucial in getting to Sue in the time needed. If things didn't go down the way they did, I could be writing about much sadder things right now.