I suppose this is a good time to finally post my near death experience from riding with Leo;
We were riding Amy's run, the right side was a lot of pow but it was getting chopped up over the course of the weekend. It was late in the day after hours of riding. So Leo and I are on that right side and we're weaving in and out of the lift towers and each other messing around.
I turn on the gas and pass him by, charging through the chunky. Something caught me off guard and my legs being tired were too stiff and I got thrown.
I'm airborn, flying backwards in slow motion, my board base pointed at the sky in an eerily familiar scene. I clear the berm that separates the run from the trees on the right side and I know that I'm going to hit *something* but I have no choice but to await my fate, blind to whatever I'm flying backwards towards.
I land on my back in knee high powder, snow flying up around me and I can't help but laugh. I landed on some brush but nothing major. I glance over my left shoulder and 5 feet further is a stump a little wider than a paint bucket that would have ended my day/season/life.
Scared Leo half to death, he saw the whole thing.
At the lift line he brushed "dirt" off my back. Later that night he told me he was actually checking for impalements that I may not have felt. hahaha