Taking a break (and, luckily, not a break) during break

Ahhh...now that's a catchy title.  Andy and I have been spending a majority of our spring break getting the house ready to put on the market (it goes on this weekend) that we decided we needed a day to go out and play.  So, we headed down to Alyeska for a gorgeous (I mean gorgeous) day of skiing.  It was so clear that we could see for miles and miles.  That doesn't happen too often up here.  We skiied for a good 2 hours before we needed to refuel our bodies with some delicious lunch at the Sitzmark.  After that, it was back on the slopes.  This is where "and, luckily, not a break" comes in.  We were skiing down an area called Trapline and I got going a bit too fast.  (I was trying to keep up with Andy but I now know that that will probably never happen.)  I ended up off the groomed trail and that's when it happened.  I remember thinking, "I'm going to crash.  I wonder if I will break a leg or hurt me knee.  Will the ski patrol have to come and get me?"  Anyways, crash is exactly what I did.  In Andy's words I had a yard sale, meaning one of my skiis, my goggles, and my hat were not attached to my body.  They were up the mountain a ways.  I flipped, rolled over and, I think, did a few somersaults.  I did not break any bones or hurt my knees.  I did not have to have ski patrol come and rescue me. Right now, I'm nursing a pretty sore neck but things could have been a lot worse.