A Few Good Reasons to Wear Your Helmet

Every year, we receive emails from customers whose Petzl helmets have saved them from injury or even death. By sharing some of these stories, our hope is to inspire as many people as possible to wear a helmet next time they go out — as you can see in the stories below, it might just be the best decision you'll ever make. 

If you have a helmet story you'd like to share, please post it in the comments section at the bottom of this page or send an email to helmetstories@petzl.com


 Click the links below to jump to a specific story, or just scroll through all the stories, below. 

• Mt. Assiniboine - David Wilken | New, February 2014
The Tulip Tree - Ben Ross

• Ouray Ice Fall - Jessica Rathe
• Snow Creek - Justin Skaare
• Helmet Saves the Day - Mark Beverly
• Chouinards Gulley - Anne Skidmore
• West Face of Tahu Rutum - Kyle Dempster
• Climbin' Punishment - Ross Purnell
• Saved by My Helmet! - Jonathan Lytton



Mt. Assiniboine

On Sept 11, 2013, my son, brother, nephew, and I were climbing Mt. Assiniboine (11,870 ft) in Alberta, Canada. My brother and I climbed the mountain 42 years prior, and were returning to climb it again with our kids. 

As we approached the summit, we got off route and started traversing a rock face at about 11,000 feet on the north ridge. Unroped and trying to return to the route, I placed my hand on a boulder about five feet tall and it started to move toward me. I recall moving to get out of the boulder’s way, and just when I thought I was in the clear, a large rock hit me on top of my head, driving my helmet down over my eyes. My next memory is of sitting on a ledge with my bent ice axe and damaged helmet. I concluded that the shifting boulder released other rocks from above. 

After I recovered from some initial disorientation, we climbed 2,000 feet down to the north col and the Hind hut. From there, we were able to radio for help, and my son and I were airlifted off the mountain to Banff Hospital, where I was treated for multiple abrasions, contusions, and a broken foot. The hospital staff told me that the helmet saved my life.

- David Wilken

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Three images: Ben Ross, and two views of his damaged helmet

The Tulip Tree

My name is Ben Ross and for the past decade I have been working for my family business in the tree care industry. Safety has always been our number-one priority, especially when it comes to wearing helmets. For climbing or going into the aerial lift, we always wear our Petzl Vertex helmets. I am writing this letter to tell you that your helmet saved my life.

On April 30th, 2013, I went up about 25 feet in our lift. I was removing the top of a huge tulip tree so we could take it all down. There was a very large backyard on this property, so we planned to drop the almost 40-foot tall section, with much of the canopy still remaining and the trunk at just about three feet across where I was making the cut. We have done jobs like this before, so we set up our block-and-tackle system, cut off the branches to shift the canopy weight, and I began making the cuts. Without going into detail about the little things that happened next, the entire top of the tree ended up coming straight towards me.

I jumped from the basket, immediately thinking, “Just get away,” but I was still attached via my harness and lanyard on my back. My feet landed on the boom and as I was leaning forward trying to get away the trunk portion of the tree top (we estimate the entire top between 5-10 tons) landed right on the back of my head, knocking me unconscious. The tree then proceeded to crush the basket and bend, break, and nearly snap the boom, sending everything speeding towards the ground.

At the last moment, my bungee lanyard caught me and jerked me backwards under everything. As I was whipped under the boom, the ear piece on my helmet caught the bottom of the boom and the helmet was twisted and torn off of my head, breaking the chin strap on either side. My whole body passed under the falling machine and tree, but my leg was caught and crushed under the basket, with the full weight of the tree on top.

That helmet went through a lot of abuse which you can see from the pictures. The design of the helmet is so great that even though it was severely dented in, crushed, twisted, ripped, I suffered no brain injury, no concussion, just merely a bruise and a bleeding ear. Your helmet saved my life in that instance. I, my wife, my family and all of my friends thank you for making such safe equipment.

- Ben Ross

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Ouray Ice Fall

It was super cold that morning at the ice park in Ouray and the ice was really brittle. The park was packed. We decided to warm up on top rope at an anchor in Scottish Gullies. When we got to the bottom, I tied in, checked my gear and started climbing. I was just a few moves off the ground when the climber next to me shouted "ICE!" Standard stuff, I tucked my head in and waited for the ice to fall past me. Only this time, it didn't. Next thing I knew, I got cracked in the head. Hard. I lost my grip on my tools and fell back on the rope. Being so close to the ground (and with rope stretch), I ended up dazed on the ground. It was a rush — a few people running over to make sure I was okay — and me just trying to blink my eyes back to clear vision. 

We found the culprit projectile. Somehow the guy next to me had broken off an ice-covered piece of rock from the mixed climb next to me. So it was huge, hard, and heavy. We sat back away from the ice wall while I tried to figure out if I was actually okay and then packed up and took off for the day. 

I am absolutely confident with the damage that my helmet sustained that I would not have survived being hit in the head with something that size, at that speed. I'm a huge believer in brain-buckets now. Thank you for keeping my head intact! The helmet certainly did its job. 

- Jessica Rathe

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Justin Skaare helmet images  

Snow Creek

I was climbing a route called Snow Creek on the north face of Mount San Jacinto, which towers above Palm Springs, California. "The North Face represents one of the longest alpine ascents in the lower 48," reads an article in Palm Springs Life. "While big climbs in the Cascades call for a 5,000-foot elevation gain, San Jacinto tests climbers with a grueling 10,000-foot gain."

The climb is normally Class 4 to lower Class 5; during the winter it requires crampons and an ice axe above 5,000 feet. My partner and I didn't bring pro, as we didn't think we need it. Unfortunately, this year was a particularly low snow year, and where normally there would just be ice axe and crampon terrain, there were exposed rock waterfalls.

Unfortunately, we made a route-finding error that forced us to retreat from the climb. While downclimbing, I missed a small toehold and tumbled 50 feet down an incline. I cartwheeled and bounced off my helmet and bashed my right thigh, causing a hematoma to form. From there we had 12 hours of Class 3 scrambling and bushwacking back to the car. I was losing blood into my thigh and through my mouth and hand, and it was difficult to walk on my left leg. Normally, we would have camped, but we were both afraid that if we stopped, I wouldn't be able to walk the next day, which proved to be the case. Thank god for my headlamp (also Petzl) as most of our exit was done in the dark. 

A grueling 12 hours later, we made it to the car, and 12 hours after that, I was in an ER, where I received two blood transfusions, an IV, and pain medication. I spent the next three nights recovering in the hospital. Half a dozen doctors told me how lucky I was to have been wearing a helmet, and I don’t like to think about what would have happened had I not been. Thanks Petzl, your gear saved my life.  

- Justin Skaare

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Mark Beverly and his helmet

Helmet Saves the Day

Recently, I was guiding a trip into a very remote part of the San Juan Mountains of Southwest Colorado, on some peaks that see very few ascents. When packing for alpine trips it’s always a conundrum to decide what to bring to what to leave behind when it comes to weight and bulk. I sometimes wonder if I can get by without a helmet and save the trouble of having the unwieldy beast flapping around on the outside of my pack or taking up valuable space inside the pack.

But the American Mountain Guides Association (AMGA) reminds mountain guides to always act professionally. That’s what I thought about when I packed my helmet for the long approach. I thought about it again when I took a shot to the head by a rogue rock while climbing up a loose approach couloir to The Index. A crack in my Petzl Meteor III helmet was a minor outcome compared to what could have been a trip-ending result.

We take enough chances out there, exposing ourselves to risk on a regular basis when in the mountains. Mitigate that risk by taking the proper steps in all regards when you can. Wearing your helmet is part of that; it doesn’t take away from the fun and will ultimately help bring success without cutting corners to get there.

- Marc Beverly, AMGA Certified Rock and Alpine Guide

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Anne Skidmore and her helmet

Chouinard's Gulley

The route was Chouinards Gulley (WI3) in the Adirondacks. My partner was leading off to the side and was only about 30 feet up. I was tied off to a little tree at the base and thought I was safe, with a rock buttress next to me. I was belaying, and the next thing I knew I was on the ground. I wasn't knocked unconscious, but the hit was forceful enough to make my knees buckle and drop me to the ground. I stood up, shook it off, and felt the top of my now-cracked helmet. My partner and I believe that at the top of the climb, more than 200 feet above, some climbers topping out knocked a chunk of ice down. Even if they'd yelled "ice," we wouldn’t have heard it -- and perhaps it's a good thing; if I had looked up, I could have gotten it in the face. All in all, the helmet saved my noggin’.

- Anne Skidmore

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West Face of Tahu Rutum

Pakistan, 2008 -- I glared at the tiny lobes of the blue Alien cam that supported my weight, knowing that if it popped, several pieces below me would follow suit. I moved like a ballerina on Valium. I cautiously committed to the next rung of my etrier, an eight-inch advance on the 4,400-foot wall that I was climbing. It was my ninth day solo on the unclimbed West Face of Tahu Rutum -- this was no place for error. 

As I stood up, something gave way and I was airborne. The last thing I clearly recall was seeing the flake expand, the lobes of my blue cam release, and gear start to rip. A clean aid fall can be a cool sensation: scary, but exciting. This particular fall would have a different ring to it, though, that ring being the back of my head against the slabby rock 40 feet below my previous stance. 

The pitch had some snow and ice and, so I was wearing crampons. I can’t be sure but I think they could be blamed for my inverted flop, getting hung up on some low-angle rock. I was never completely knocked out, but I did take several minutes to start moving again. When my vision finally exited the tunnel, I began assessing the damage. My left ankle and back were sore, a tooth on my left crampon had broken off, and the back of my helmet, including some of the inner foam was destroyed. I shouted some obscenities into the massive Karakoram Range, took lunch, and kept climbing.

- Kyle Dempster

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Ross Purnell with his helmet

Climbin’ Punishment

Only July 3, 2010, I was leading the route Climbin’ Punishment (5.9+) at Seneca Rocks, West Virginia, one of the most popular trad climbing areas on the East Coast. The route is traditionally climbed in two or three pitches, but I was attempting to lead the entire route in a single 60-meter rope length. About 100 feet off the ground I was lie-backing the corner crack. I guess my hands slipped, because I fell headfirst and backward about 20 feet, cracking the back of my head against the wall.

Apparently I was knocked unconscious -- my belayer says I was unresponsive for 20-30 seconds -- but my Petzl Meteor helmet took the brunt of the abuse and quite frankly saved my life. Without the helmet I would most likely be dead or severely brain injured. You can see the back of the helmet is damaged and the ribbed styrofoam liner is cracked from the front to the back. Because of the helmet, I was able to regain consciousness and complete another 100-plus feet of climbing to finish the ascent. I just wanted to write and say thank you for making a fantastic product. Keep up the good work. My next helmet will certainly be a Petzl.

- Ross Purnell

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Jonathan Lytton and his helmet

Saved by My Helmet!

On August 28, 2010, I was climbing a technically easy multipitch trad route near Banff, Canada, with my partner, when I fell while leading. I don't know what caused the fall -- perhaps a hold broke, perhaps I simply slipped; that moment has been wiped from my memory -- but I plunged about 20 meters, hitting various hard obstacles on the way down and losing consciousness in the process. When I awoke, my partner phoned to arrange a helicopter rescue, and I have been recovering since, first in hospital and now at home. While I sustained fairly severe injuries, I am extremely fortunate that those comprised only scrapes, bruises, and broken bones, all of which will heal in due course.

My helmet is another story. It faired far worse than I did, as it absorbed blows from one or more of those hard objects I encountered on my sudden descent.

So, many thanks, Petzl! Your product did its job and saved my life.

- Jonathan Lytton

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Post your story in the comments below


Brain Bucket

It was a beautiful day snowboarding in Austria when I caught the back edge of my snowboard on some kicked up ice. Before I knew it my head was screaming for the ground and BAM. Everything after that is black. I lost short term memory for about four hours...? and there was spinal fluid (or whatever that crap is) coming out of my ears just after I hit my head. I know the spinal fluid thing because I could smell it in the helmet I was wearing. Thank God for my brain bucket, without it I don't know that I would be here today. I never went to the hospital...I probably should have...

PS please feature Ammon McNeely! He has the ultimate helmet story!


So this is not a life or death story but rather a somewhat amusing one. I was belaying my partner on "Something Interesting" in the Gunks while working on getting 15 stars in the day when I saw something falling towards my face. It didnt look like the usual rock but I still ducked. Something soft hit my helmet. I look down and to my suprise see a small mouse falling towards the ground. My partner never saw it while he was climbing so apparently the mouse just decided to kamikaze me.

Good Choice in the Black Canyon

Last summer I went to go climbing in the Black Canyon of Gunnison. We had a full weekend planned, and we were ready to go. Racking up for the descent and first climb of the weekend, I realized that I forgot my helmet at home. I decided to go buy a helmet instead of risking it without it. Everything went well the whole weekend, except for the last pitch of our last climb. It was a 4th class scramble, with lots of loose rock, and as I was pulling a little lip, some apple sized rocks came off and one hit me right on the peak of my head. It wasn't traumatic, but it was enough that I would have been knocked unconscious. Needless to say I'm glad I decided to use the helmet, and I'm never caught without it!

Thanks Petzl!

Helmet Close Call

Short and sweet story of close call with a helmet. Back in the day when we had hot summers 1996 I was climbing on the amazing sea cliffs of Pembroke. We had abseiled into the famous Huntsman's Leap and I was admiring some have the hard routes and next thing there was a big bang which made me jump out of my skin I look to the right and there was a white helmet someone had dropped it had landed 3m away from me. No one shouted below or could be seen on top spooky. I still have the helmet to remind me of the great day climbing we had

Are we snowboarding??

I was snowboarding with some friends at Brighton in Utah. It must have been the first run of the night because that's all I remember? I remember thinking I'm going to go off this job and four hours later I wake up in the emergency room. My roommate told me I called him from the top of the mountain asking him if we were snowboarding? I told him I hit my head and I was messed up, but I could make it down the mountain. He waited for me 10 minutes later I called again we had the exact same conversation, then 10 minutes after that I called him again we had the same conversation again. That's when he realized I was really messed up. After a $2000 ambulance ride down the canyon to the emergency room I woke up and tried to check myself out of the hospital. The doctor insisted on asking me some questions, apparently I got every question right except the last one. He said who is the president of the United States? I replied George Bush. Needless to say they made me take a CAT scan to make sure nothing was on my print. Helmet saved the day

Why I wear a climbing helmet

I never used to wear a helmet rock climbing. I usually sport climb at the Red River Gorge, and many people that climb there don’t. My thought was if there was if there was a lot of overhang on the route, or when I start leading trad, then I would. But then something happened that changed my mind.

I took a trip out to Lander WY to climb at Wild Iris and The Sinks Canyon. It was my first time climbing out there and the varieties of rock amazed me. We were at Wild Iris, warming up on a 5.7. Warming up! I may not be the most skilled climber, but I have onsited, on lead, 5.9s and flashed 5.10s on top-rope outside. This was supposed to get my blood flowing.

Well, it certainly did that.

I took an unexpected fall at the second bolt. It scared the hell out of me, my belayer, and my kids, who were watching. Luckily I was fine, scraped my arms and legs up a bit (and it doesn’t appear that my kids are scarred for life.) Yet, it could’ve been much worse. After that, I picked up a helmet I had with me all along (for my kids) and proceeded to send, on lead, the 5.8 route next to the 5.7 just fine.

The moral?

You just don’t know.  I mean seriously, I displaced my ankle in 5 places coming off of a V1 bouldering problem in the gym. I didn’t slip, or fall. I jumped down, landed just fine, but my ankle buckled from underneath me. Things happen, why take the risk?

Helmet need

I am slightly ashamed to admit it; but I do not have a brain bucket as of yet.
When I was climbing everyday a few years back before adding a baby to my list of duties, I can remember my close call with a wall when I took a longer fall than I had planned. Now that I know that I am not immortal and have someone else to think about I realize that before I really get back on track I need to get something for my noggin and o e for my little shadow as well. :)

Wish I had a helmet

Have taking small rocks to the helmet on climbs many times. But here's when I wish I had a helmet on.

Was shoveling snow and ice on a 2 story roof in February. Had everybody anchored in and had to remove about 4' of snow from one large storm on a 80 x 30 foot roof. There was a valley where 2 opposing roofs met which creates a huge ice dam right in the middle of it. I was removing snow from the dam, when one intelligent individual used an ice pick above me. This fractured the ice and immediately caused the entire roof to slide with me still standing on the ice. After taking a 2,000lb, 12" thick sheet of ice to the head I was left dangling upside down on a rope. One concussion and a few displaced vertebrae later, I really wish I had a helmet on and that I had stopped the genius from digging above me.

Nailed by an ATC at a choss-free crag

My wife got a falling ATC square in the helmet at a perfectly clean and choss-free crag. Dropped from anchors about 30m above on a neighboring route. Would certainly not have tickled!

never without my helmet now

Having spent a major part of my life in the mountains around the world, and 20 years aas an industrial abseiler, I had and seen many instances to justify wearing a helmet.
I grew up with horses on the farm, skied and boarded most of my life.
Now I don't do any of that stuff without a helmet, it has saved my brain more than once.
Hard to get the message across to the hard headed ones though!


I always wear a helmet because you never know and I have a wife and 2 kids and climbing is dangerous enough and seriously...Why the heck not? They are pretty cheap and they can save your life. You wouldn't climb without a rope, but you don't use it unless you fall...Well, I guess SOME people climb without ropes...They shouldn't wear helmets either...

This past fall, my friends

This past fall, my friends and I were climbing at Smith Rock State Park in Oregon. We're all pretty broke college students so we haven't bought helmets. But some areas of Smith are insanely chossy and spew rocks down. I was belaying my friend on a 5.10 and he had gotten pretty high up above the last bolt when all the rock beneath his right hand just popped off and came tumbling down towards our group. Stuff like this happens once in a while and it really makes you think how dangerous climbing without a helmet is. Even though all of these instances are just close calls, one random day it could be more than that.

Because my wife forces me

Because my wife forces me to--that's why I did it at first.

Then, one day, I bore witness to something that made me change my mind about helmets. Pebbles fell into the eye of a climber who was climbing in the same area I was in. The pebble got lodged into his eye! They had to rush him to the hospital after he started to cry bloody tears!

Never leave home with out it

I am a big promoter of wearing helmets while out playing hard. Climbing is no exception, so when I was up on Mt.Olympus last year doing a multi-pitch of the north west face I was reminded why I wear a helmet. While descending the far right ridge I was last inline and pulling the rappel rope. As always keeping an eye on any loose rock the rope might pull down. I retrieved the rope, coiled it and began moving down to catch up with the group. About a dozen or more steps into the decent I felt a HUGE blow to the back of my head just at the brim of the helmet. It was a baseball size rock that had come loose at some point and fell 200+ feet, it almost knocked me off my feet due to the speed at which it was traveling. My helmet saved me that day and I am most thankful for my glorious brain bucket.

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