Andy Godfrey

I walked up to the front and I said, Billy, we're almost in Aspen.

It's my turn to land, to sit there.

And he said, no, for whatever reason, maybe he was nervous because it was so bumpy and getting kind of scary.

He said, go back to your seat.

So I went back to my seat.

What I really remember is just looking out the left window right next to me and seeing the ground very closely and the trees and just being confused why we were so low.

It was just the tearing sound of ripping through the trees.

And then I can remember the impact sort of like a luge, you know, hitting the snow and sliding.

And then I think we must have hit one final tree to come to rest.

And that's when I was probably thrown forward and knocked unconscious.

I wasn't sure if it was dawn or dusk, but I think we crashed around three o'clock on Saturday afternoon.

And so maybe I was unconscious for a half an hour, an hour.

I have no idea, but this is where it gets foggy because I think I was so concussed.

She literally gave me marching orders as she was passing away.

She said, conserve the food, take care of your brother, and don't stray from the plane.

He was really shaken up and maybe had a little bit of blood on him and stuff.

So that was a very scary memory.

But it also must have been comforting, too, to see that I wasn't alone, that there was someone else with me.

I do remember stepping outside the airplane just to sort of see if I could walk away or something.

And the snow was so deep, that scared me, so I hopped right back in.