AVALANCHES REVEAL THEIR INNER WORKINGS
ON a sunny morning in April 1967, Ron Perla found himself on ski patrol perched atop a block of snow, many hundreds of yards wide, that was itself perched above a long, slick ski run. Suddenly, the snow gave way under his weight, touching off an avalanche. Beneath thick blankets of powder, Mr. Perla was carried half a mile down the Utah mountain at about 100 miles an hour. He fell unconscious. Rescuers later told Mr. Perla they had dug him out of an icy tomb - the fingers of his left hand were all that had shown above the snow piled at the bottom of the slope.
