About 4 or 5 days ago I was doing my normal 9 mile loop at Lost Valley. I do the loop 2 or 3 times depending on how much time I have. The loop is pretty tame and I usually ride each loop in about 45 min. We had a bad storm a day or 2 before so there were alot of trees down and some were crossing the trail so I was careful and either went around or over them. Until the downhill on the gravel road on the backside where a twelve-inch diameter tree had fallen. And because of the way it landed, the end that was on the trail, lay hovered 6 inches above the trail (if that makes sense). By the time I saw it, I was going about 30-35 mph and all I could do was to get my front wheel up in hopes that the back would follow. Well.... it followed, but not quite the way I'd hoped. I flew (airborne- clipless and attached) 20 feet down the trail and skid on the gravel another 15 ft. Of course, as the story goes, I laid there for a minute, realized I was still alive, took inventory of body parts and their mobility. I concluded that I'd broken a finger and possibly my shoulder. Too much adrenaline still pumping to feel the pain yet, so I moved the tree from the path, hopped back on my bike and road the mile and a half back to my car. It was on the way to the Urgent Care Center that the pain kicked in. MOTHER FRACKER!!!!!!!!! I know what you're all thinking. The Yeti is fine. But I ended up with a dislocated and broken ring-finger, road rash from head to toe and pulled tendons in my shoulder, and four prescriptions. Two of which I call Happy Pills ;o) The moral? Always look down the trail, not down in front of you. Lesson learned.