When I was younger I used to be a (semi) extreme expert skier. (I was
no Glen Plake lol but I was pretty crazy)
My buddies and I were in the midst of an approx 2-week "ski-bum" vacation @ Killington VT.
We had decided to spend that particular day skiing at the neighboring much smaller Pico Peak just to change it up. (they used to have beautiful gladed skiing near the summit) Pico was a "classic" ski area back in the day with a large double-chairlift that ran directly from the base all the way to the summit above a "base to summit" mostly low-level expert non-stop run.
That day was one with "flat light"... in other words it was mostly cloudy and seeing the change from "snow to sky" was tough. The issue is that dips, bumps and in this case
CROSSING beginner-runs were nearly invisible.
One of my buddies and I had been going back and forth about who was the better/crazier skier (
obviously it was me!) and so we decided to settle the matter by doing a sincere impression of
Franz Klammer on that aforementioned top to bottom run and racing it.
We lined up at the bottom of the headwall (super steep "double black diamond" first 100 yards) and started down in full "tuck-mode".
Remember when I mentioned terrible visibility and crossing (flat!) beginner runs?
At what I'm guessing was somewhere between 50-60 mph my buddy and I were positively
FLYING down that run with me a tiny bit in the lead (naturally!) when at the same moment we both realized we were about 20 feet from one of those
LEVEL traverses. (that slope was steep!)
My buddy Greg (being
SLIGHTLY less nuts
AND slightly behind me as a direct result!) slammed on the brakes and caught
some air... maybe 10 feet ... and landed it staying sorta in control and stopping.
I did not.
Per the ski patrol guy who
clipped off my lift-ticket (fully deserved!) I was a good 30-40 feet in the air @ 60 mph and flew
OVER several other skiers before sticking the landing perfectly
BUT then catching an edge and going ass over tea-kettle 200 feet down the slope in a complete "yard sale" *(all of a skiers gear scattered over the slope) narrowly missing several horrified fellow skiers.
People on the packed chairlift were cheering when I stood up. (and was
still alive lol... I'm sure it looked like I was riding the rest of the way down in a rescue sled!)
Somehow I was pretty much fine despite appearances except for having snow
CRAMMED into every crevice of my body and a bunch of bruises. Oh and having to spring for a replacement half-day lift ticket! Even my glasses stayed intact under my goggles .... and not only was I
right back out there without hesitation, my buddy and I were
racing again before the day was out. It was a minor miracle I didn't tumble right into a tree or lift-tower!