Best memory.

as for me, it was when i skied this line in the backsountry, with the biggest cliff i'd ever dropped, and i don't think anyone had ever done it before me, and i had so much adreniline pumpning and then i stomped the line, it was such a good feeeling.... still brings a smile to my face
 
One of my best memories this season was definately when I landed my first 360. I was trying them all day in the park off this tiny jump, basically a roller with a lip. Then I finally just hucked the shit out of it and stomped it. It was the best feeling ever, I can't even describe it. I felt like I had to tell everyone on the whole mountain my little accomplishment. I went on the whole day just hucking 3's off that little jump. Good times

Also another time was the V-day storm on the east coast. I live in NY and have never skied powder over 4 inches here. The storm dropped about a foot on my mountain and it never stopped snowing that day. I woke up to my radio saying school is closed. We got to the mountain about 45 minutes before opening. I was skiing this one ungroomed run under the lift and I would just hit all the moguls and land into a foot of freshy over and over. Probably one of the best days of my life, I can't even describe it.
 
best memory was skiin 18 inches of fresh obn a school day when no one was up there. fresh tracks for the whole day
 
i hate you. i remember when that happened, i wanted to go with you sooooo bad but my prnts said no.anyway, my memory i already said, so look 4 it!
 
taking like 2 hours to get up the lift to the camp of champs lane in whistler...then rolling up over the crest at the top and seeing the perfectly made park just for me. yeee
 
mine was probably when i did my first backflip. or maybe when i hiked the backcountry for my first time for some perfect 8 inch, dry northwestern pow
 
About 5 years ago when i first got some twintips i took a family vacation up to big white and we got up really early cuase they ahd 6" fresh. We got first tracks on a run and i went off to the side and hit some powder and my skis just floated up on top for the whole run. Best feeling in the world. I still have it in my mind.
 
One night in early February, we got 36 inches of champagne powder. The next day was epic. My little brother and I had a few really cool lines through areas that normally would've been no-fall zones. And then we tried every trick we could think of off of cliffs and pillows because the landings were so forgiving. He stomped his first 30 foot cliff, and I crashed about 100 switch landings. It was great.
 
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