That one skiing story

When I was 10 also, I skiied my first bowl with my dad. Before dropping in, I was so nervous that I dropped my drawers and took a shit at the top. Dad was proud.

When I was 8, I lost my virginity to my uncle. Life-changing experience, but it has made me a better man

fencig3When I was 8, I lost my virginity to my uncle. Life-changing experience, but it has made me a better man

And that was only post 1! Whats to come?

Hit a cat track going 40+ miles per hour. Double ejected and hit a tree head first, cracked my helmet, and stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't move because I was positive I broke my neck. My buddy got patrol and they checked me out and I was fine. I still don't know why that didn't kill me.

The first thing that comes to mind is my first trip to Breck and going to the top of Peak 8 for the first time. I remember standing up there and just thinking how insane it was to be doing what I was doing( coming from a 550 ft vert hill). I remember being so fucking nervous to drop into anything. My friend and I stood there for about 5 minutes trying to decide what to do. My heart was racing so bad but then we dropped somewhere and all that fear that i had was just gone and it was like it was me out there on the mountain and nothing else really mattered. Its so hard to explain but it was such an awesome time. I like to think of that as a turning point in the way I ski. After that I had a new appreciation for the mountains and skiing in general. I realized there was so much more out there than just riding park. This was just one mountain and there are so many others to go to and explore. Just thinking about that trip gives me the chills. I can't wait to go back in 3 weeks(:

*SBCmingg*The first thing that comes to mind is my first trip to Breck and going to the top of Peak 8 for the first time. I remember standing up there and just thinking how insane it was to be doing what I was doing( coming from a 550 ft vert hill). I remember being so fucking nervous to drop into anything. My friend and I stood there for about 5 minutes trying to decide what to do. My heart was racing so bad but then we dropped somewhere and all that fear that i had was just gone and it was like it was me out there on the mountain and nothing else really mattered. Its so hard to explain but it was such an awesome time. I like to think of that as a turning point in the way I ski. After that I had a new appreciation for the mountains and skiing in general. I realized there was so much more out there than just riding park. This was just one mountain and there are so many others to go to and explore. Just thinking about that trip gives me the chills. I can't wait to go back in 3 weeks(:

I havnt ever skied anything out west or over 1000ft vert for that matter. But I have snowmobiled in some pretty wild terrain in Wyoming and I have to say I was in awe my first time out there. Things seemed so much more on a grand scale compared to here in MN. That first trip really put me in my place. Lets just say I wasnt as good as I thought I was.

Just.Go.With.ItI havnt ever skied anything out west or over 1000ft vert for that matter. But I have snowmobiled in some pretty wild terrain in Wyoming and I have to say I was in awe my first time out there. Things seemed so much more on a grand scale compared to here in MN. That first trip really put me in my place. Lets just say I wasnt as good as I thought I was.

So tru. You can be the best skier at your home hill but once you go out west or even some of the bigger mountains on the east coast, you're like average again haha. It's still so rad though.

When I was a little kid I lost control on a black piste and went way too fast, not being able to brake, turn or do anything at all.

I got off the piste and there was no pow, but it was somehow frozen over.

Well there was a tree that had been cut down lying on the ground but the snow was about 10 higher than the tree, but not on top of the tree.
I skied over that and because I was a little gaper didn't jump.

My skis ended up sticking in the 10cm of snow over the cut down tree and my forwards motion ripped me out of the bindings which threw me into a perfect frontflip onto my ass. Luckily I didn't get hurt

Inb4 happened last year

Accidentally skied onto the barely frozen snowmaking lake once. I heard the ice start to creak under me so I laid on my back to more evenly distribute the weight and did like an elementary backstroke maneuver. I don't really know why I thought that would be the best way to go about things but I think it might've been all the rolling rock in my system. Took me about an hour and a half to get to the side and may or may not have peed myself a lil.

Shat myself midair on my first frontflip attempt

inb4 did you land it

one time me and my friend got too stoked on some glades and i dropped a rock cliff into a river and stopped dead. i started to feel water flow through my boots and struggled to climb out of the creek. By this point we were about a mile out of the mountains territory and it took us about hours to hike out.

I also went off another cliff when i was in second grade and hit my face and died.

This one time at ski camp...

what about pow days? I had a day last year that will forever be burned into my mind. Radness all the way down.