Besides being a big watcher of casted people, women especially, there is something inside of me that causes me to enjoy being the castee as well. I believe this is rooted in my need for attention, particularly of the sympathetic kind, one can get while parading around in public in a cast. I further believe that this desire originated while I was a teenager who had little to offer in way of anything special in order to attract attention. The confounding factors included, but were not limited to an on again, off again weight problem, lack of self esteem, and acne. Enough of this rhetoric about myself, but it kind of sets the stage for the way in which the following sighting ranks up there amongst those that were definitely instrumental in making me the avid cast wearer that I became.

Along with a friend, I had gone skiing at a large resort for the day. It was the end of the day and unfortunately I had managed to get through it without having to be carried to the ER for anything castable. We had just finished loading our gear into the car for the trip home when I spotted a pair of crutches out of the corner of my eye. Discretely looking over to see if I was dreaming, I was pleasantly surprised to see that the user of the cructhes had long curly brown hair, was a female, and was casted! Crutching her way up the snowy incline towards the lodge, it looked as if the white cast that appeared out of the leg of her slacks was completely uncovered. This seemed intriguing, perhaps the cast was hours, or minutes old?

Thinking fast, I informed my buddy that I had best make a last quick dash for the washroom as we had close to a two hour drive home to go.

Not wanting to let a potentially great sighting slip away, I cut up directly to the lodge in order to approach the main entrance from the direction opposite to my "target". I got to see her approaching the door. Already, I couldn't help noticing how people were looking at her. Several men, and many women who passed her, heading in the opposite direction literally stopped dead in their tracks, in order to turn completely around to take second, third, fourth, etc. looks.

Meanwhile, not only looking at everyone else, I had a chance to get my own looks at the castee. I soon realized that my original belief of the cast being completely bare was incorrect. The toe portion of a tiny blue sock that had been modified was in place at the cast's extremity over where her toes were. The entire deal was conveniently placed within a totally clear plastic bag which also vanished up inside of the pant leg.

I figured she was about thirty years old. She wore a ski jacket, and dark slacks. Her hands were bare as was her curly, dark haired head. She used common wooden underarm crutches. Cast or not, this woman was attractive. I took all this in, watching as a child of about seven years old held open the heavy wooden door leading into the lodge. It did appear as if the child was accompanying this casted woman. The way in which the kid did the door thing without any hesitation whatsoever made me conclude that the cast was probably a bit older than a few hours. The kid seemed to have the routine memorized.

Within a second I had made my own way through the heavy door. The area immediately inside the door was bustling with activity as it opened up into a large room with benches and day lockers for hire. Being the end of the ski day, this area was host to scores of people who were taking off ski boots, putting on street boots, shedding other gear, etc.

Like a wave skimming across the surface of the ocean, a hush pretty much propagated across the room as people set eyes on what had just entered through the door. Once again, people stopped what they were doing and eyes widened, heads did double takes. Was she not aware of the attention that she was garnering? In any event, I was beginning to question her reasons for her presence at a ski hill when she was unfit to ski.

After a slight hesitation inside the door, she and her accompanying child made their way to the base of the stairs. The second level was the main activity area where the eatery was located. Arriving at the stairs, she shifted one of her crutches over next to the other one such that both crutches were now pushing up into the one armpit. With her free hand, she grasped the railing and slowly began her ascent. Seeing that I was within just so many staring people, I defiantly made my way to the base of the stairs in order to stand and watch the scene before me from the best angle possible.

The lack of any apparent bulge in her slacks on her thigh area coupled to what appeared to be possible movement at her knee suggested to me that this was an slc. Also, the angle of sight I had allowed me to notice nothing but white plaster on the base of her cast. It was not a walking cast. I was ever thankful that the bag was not opaque as I could see that the plaster looked pristine as no graffiti had yet been affixed to the cast.

Even in the stairs, people coming down would stop and stand aside in order to let her go on up. Once she had cleared the level where the people had stood aside, they would typically hesitate for a few seconds before continuing on downstairs. Without exception, they used the few seconds to watch the fascinating cast and it's wearer go!

As she approached the halfway point up to the second level, she was soon going to be turning the necessary 180 degrees and be out of my sight. Trying to look discrete at this point, I looked about the lower level to see people slowly starting to return to the activities that they had been involved in before having been distracted. I then headed up the stairs myself.

Arriving at the half way landing in the stairs, she hopped on her good leg in order to turn herself around so as to face the upper half of the flight of steps. One man who had taken refuge on the landing due to her approach looked as if he had been super-glued to the wall and paralyzed, his mouth in the "open" position. After a brief pause, the castwoman resumed her slow steady climb. I reached her position and rejoiced at being within inches of a cute casted woman. As much as I would have liked it to, this scene was not going to last forever. I made my way past her on the stairs and I sought to take up position in the second floor cafeteria from where I could watch her arrive at that level. Just maybe she'd be taking a seat in the cafeteria and I could get a good continued look at her.

Once she had attained the second level, I watched as she rested where her good foot and two crutches had first touched down. Both her crutches were still under the one arm. After a few seconds, and long enough to attract the glares of all those who could see her on the second floor, she faced the next flight of stairs in order to go up to the third floor. "Damn-it," I thought to myself.

The third floor consisted of a large barren hall without so much as any windows. I watched as the bagged cast and it's owner disappeared up above the level of the ceiling. She must have been attending a party of some sort up there. I quickly surmised that perhaps she and her family were locals and they had season passes, and being unable to ski, she was a good enough sport to join everyone else for an evening of "apres-ski". Why else would she be going up there?

I considered making my way up behind her, but soon decided against it. I knew for a fact that the third floor was basically a large rectangular room. There weren't even any nooks or crannies, or washrooms even, where I could pretend to go in order to not appear obvious in my pursuit of the cast. And, should it be crammed with regulars, or friends, I would appear doubly obvious. I then thought of my pal who must have been waiting for me at the car. he'd be wondering where I was.

Back at the car, my friend did appear anxious to be heading away. I said nothing for a few minutes, just thinking about what I had just witnessed. Eventually I figured a bit of damage control may be required so I went against my usual strategy of not ever bringing up the "cast" word. I mentioned that things were clogged as a result of some gimpy casted chick who caused a traffic jam in the stairs.