at my local mountain right near the bottom of one of the chairs is a SWEET slope. Unfortunately if you hit it, you have to hike out so no one hits it. At the bottom is a ‘road/path’ that the occasional snowmobile or cat uses. The road is about 40 vertical from the lip and 60 feet out. I hit the lip a bit to fast and landed in the middle of the road.. immediately after the road is a wall of trees.. Lets just say i was aiming to land on the slope not the road. I landed on my board for 1 millisecond before my ass hit ground. My homies were yelling at me if I was okay but all I could do was raise my hand in a sort of ‘i am alive’ gesture.

It took 5-10 minutes before I could move and that was the end of the day for me.. and the last day i rode for like a month. It felt like I had compressed my spine an inch or so, but it didnt have any long lasting effects so I went back to riding.

good times.. havent hit that slope again since then, but this year i might just have to

Ouch. A lot of crashes happen when we try to do something different like hit a jump or a rail.
I remember trying to hit a huge jump once at Dagmar, a hill just northeast of Toronto… I flew about 15 feet into the air and landed right on my back. My head pounded for hours after that and I was skiddish about jumps for another few seasons.

My most spectacular crash was at Breckenridge coming down from the top of Peak 8. Just had a blast ripping down the wide open bowl and was feeling supremely confident. Just as we getting near the bottom I catch a glimpse of someone in my peripheral vision that appears to be skiing like a jackass and threatening to cut in front of me. I took a quick glance over to look, lost my concentration and the next thing I know, I sink my tips into the powder and it catapults me forward (minus my skis) down the slopes where I yard sale and face plant. Took me awhile to get all that snow off my hat and goggles and to shake off the dazed and confused look on my face.