I've never realized this, but you're defo right! I once overshot a 60 footer and as soon as I came over the knuckle I was like: damn son, I'm flying!
Then I landed, which was painful as fuck, but I was also sooo exhilarated, unreal!
The most intense experiences I have with skiing are when I'm drunk in the summer, thinking about skiing while clubbing. Just staring, thinking about skiing. Trying to remember what it feels like and then I get so happy, it's unreal. It's like fucking meditation.