I was skiing a steep untracked area of Kirkwood that i had never skied before. Was charging it pretty hard, airing off benches and rollers in the terrain when i come up to what looks like a rollover, possibly a cliff. The transition and my speed were perfect for sending it fluidly and at speed through the goalpost of trees in the landing. so i popped at the top. i was perfectly tucked up and balanced in the air and set the landing gear down perfectly; tails just before underfoot.
And then my left ski ripped off and pitched me forward where i somersaulted(not full tamahawk) violently forwards twice. It was that natural instantaneous reaction to tuck and roll over your shoulder that happened haha(thank god for that instinct). Ended up upright on one ski still going down hill with my goggles totally covered in snow and me totally blind haha.
I fell over, brushed the snow from my goggles and saw my ski poking out of the snow about 20 yards above me. Fuck me. It took me about 15 minutes of constant fighting through waist deep snow, and a 40+ degree pitch to get to where that ski was.
sometimes even when everything goes right, it can still go wrong haha. Always a good thing to remember. Glad my reminder came on a deep day, and i skied away from it.