As my day wound down and I prepared for my last run I saw a one footed figure at the bottom of the park, as I watched he bombed into a roller and hucked a front flip. I had put my camera away for the day but I chased him down and asked him to let me shoot a run. It turns out he has a broken ankle so instead of sitting at home in a cast he simply took off that ski to protect the bones and kept shredding, one footed. I followed him down as he slid and spun on rails, 360'd a jump, and stomped another fronflip. In his own words, "It takes a lot to keep a free skier from skiing'"
