6:45 am: Who Brought Muffins?
So Saturday was crazy. We got up at the crack of 6am, met at a predetermined location, and piled into our collective vehicles. There was a lot of optimism among the Delve Team members.
7:30 am: The Mountains Sure Are Perty!
We had planned everything to a tee. Our team knew where they were supposed to be, at what time there were supposed to be there, and when to move on. The race wasn’t to begin for 2 hours, so we had time to get interviews, traveling footage, and some timelapse stuff.
9:15 am: Go Time.
Radios…camera…ACTION. Eli was on top of the mountain, ready to shoot the start of the race. All the rest of us were waiting impatiently at the Nordic transition. 2009 was a record year for the PPP: over 3,000 athletes participated (more than double the previous year). Needless to say, there was a lot of adrenaline flying around.
Each athlete was assigned a group with a different start time, based on whether they were in a team, what age group they belonged to, and their skill level. Greg Salciccioli (the hero of our film) wasn’t set to begin until 10:20, so we had plenty of time to catch the other athletes doing their thing. This early footage was great; the crowd was into it, and the athletes were feeding off the crowd.
10:24 am: Derailment.
The first leg of the PPP is the Alpine stage. Racers start about 150 yards from their skis. When the whistle is blown, it’s a madman’s dash to see who can get to their skis first. We caught this part (beautifully) both with Eli’s camera, and with the headcam Greg was wearing. They were off!
Greg was one gate into the race when his contact lens floated off his eye, completely blurring his vision. He caught an edge (a fancy way to say he went out of control), and veered into the path of scores of weekend warriors. He went down, just as another skier slid his ski across Greg’s right hand, instantly severing the tendons and cutting to the bone. Blood was everywhere. Thanks to adrenaline, Greg made his way down the mountain, and down to the transition area.
We were waving him in when we saw the blood. It was bad. Really bad. None of us had ever seen a laceration that deep or severe before. And we knew that our plans had changed. Nate took his dad to the hospital, while the film crew regrouped. We needed a Plan B.
10:45 am: Providence. Redemption. You get it.
Thankfully, Greg’s close friend Dave was also participating in the race. Isaac and Tyler jumped on the snowmobile, raced down the Nordic trail, and found Dave. Without alarming him (hopefully) too much, we let him know what happened, and that he was our man. Amazingly, Dave got on board, things fell together, and the rest of the race
went as smoothly as we could have hoped.
The footage we got was epic, in spite of our early setback. We look forward to putting the rest of the pieces into place, so you can enjoy the end result.
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