For me, it's gotta be the trip to Copper in March of this year. Spent the entire day hitting the 8" of fresh pow that had fallen the night before on their back bowles. And when that area got too crowded at noon, left to continue stomping pow off the Rendzvous & Sierra lifts. The day ended with a lovely jaunt down a black filled with mogules, where I was passing skiers left and right. (I love to do moguls on a board). At one point when I stopped, a skier that I'd passed a while back caught up to me and said, "Man you're good. I've never seen a snowboarder do moguls as well as you just did." Was hard to wipe the smile off my face the rest of the way home.
I think mine is everytime I end up going faster than I ever thought I could. Last week I went to skibowl and carved off some speed at the top of a hill and then said, "Eh, just do it". So I just went straight into the jump faster than I ever had and cleared the little high spot on the mound (probably 5 feet worth) and landed on the downside of the hill. It was pretty fun.
The other one was realizing that I could pretty much go down pow on my board faster than I thought I could. And while doing that I could hit the small hills on the pow and do some jumps and then hit the fluffy stuff again. Really fun but sucked since I have a smaller board and couldn't carve very easy. So I'd just pick a line and go down it fast all the while hitting small air here and there.
my proudest moment was teaching my sister how to ride this season. she got s-turns down her first day, was doing baby boxes and rainbow rails her fourth. and the thing that made me the proudest was that every time she'd fall, she'd bounce right back up with a grin on her face, dust herself off, and rip into it again, balls out. she's like a carbon copy of her big bro