I got two here - One didn't get hurt but scared the living fuck out of me and the other gave me my 5th concussion
First, the scared shitless one. It was actually Christmas day last season and Mt Bachelor was suuuper dead. Everybody enjoying the holidays, most normally groomed runs didn't get groomed so there was a light dusting of 2" on top. Pretty dope day all things considered. At the time, I had WhipIts from Jskis (fuckin noodles man...got rid of them soon after for something stiffer) and had only ridden them once before so they were new to me. Took a few easy laps down Skyliner in the park, lift line and cliffhanger so I had a feeling of them pretty good. Im used to stiffer big mtn skis so I may have felt a little too confident on these 178cm noodles... I get the bright idea to try and gap the first part of Cliffhanger. Cliffy is a trail that is often the race course at bachelor so its high speed and super rolly. The first part of the trail from the lift is a high speed, wide trail down and then the rollers start. So, with my idea, I wanted to launch myself off the top of the first one and transfer 70-85ft to the bottom of another that is just on the right hand side of the trail. With nobody on the mountain, fresh wax on my skis, and a soft landing, why not right? So I start mobbing, little tuck here and there just blasting through the light snow. I come up to the top of the roller and launch near perfect. As I spot the landing, I see its windblown and as soon as the powder blows off the crest I see that its just sheer ice underneath. Fuck... I put down the landing gear and as soon as I land the tails fold and slip out on the ice. POW! My ribs and side of my dome get smashed into the icy landing and I slide down for a good while, double ejected and cold as fuck in my unwaterproofed Christmas onesie. Luckily no concussion from this one but a cracked rib and definitely alot of bruising. Took one more lap and my ribs killed so I called it a day and went back home to enjoy some Christmas festivities with the fam.
Second here happened December of this season so about 6 months ago. Bachelor received fucking deplorable amounts of snow in the early season so the trees were still bare as hell even a month and a half into the season. That being said, this particular day we got a little dusting of 3-4" so I was stoked to finally see some fresh stuff. After being caged for so long and just being able to lap the park and rip the groomers, I was going all out balls to the wall enjoying the fresh stuff. My pow sticks have very little base left on them from the factory - its mostly p-tex at this point so that should give you an idea of how much I don't really care about what I ski over as long as its fun. I am bombing through the trees for a few laps and the snow is holding up fairly decently. No real exposed rocks, just some smaller trees and logs so I'm stoked. I come up to one of my favorite jib lines. Its a drop over the cat track to three smaller size jumps through and over a bunch of trees that shoots you out near the bottom half of the park. I decided to say fuck it and just send the line. It was good snow so what harm could be done right? I come into the cat track transfer and get bucked a little. A little more lippy than it usually is due to lack of snow but I still pulled a nice big shifty to tailgrab to flaunt my steeze to onlookers. I land pretty perfectly considering the take off and now I got way too much confidence in myself. I come over a little roll and give a big slash to toss myself into a white room. Why? Because its fun. Good idea? Nope because now I can't see. I know where to go for the lip to the next jump by heart pretty much so I luckily scrub a bit of speed before the take off not realizing the exposed roots at the top of the lip. I ollie over the roots but by doing so fucked the landing hard because I came up short. I wash out and slide my face right into the fucking base of a tree. Nose bleeding profusely and cut up right above my lip I lay there for a moment spitting blood into the snow. I shamefully get back up and slide on down to my car. After patching myself up with some gauze, off brand neosporin, and some tape I just lay in the back of the car for a bit and get dizzy. Rocked my noggin pretty hard so I decide to get my stuff off and drive back home before I loose all focus and am stuck in my freezing cold car for the next couple hours. Didn't really realize how bad the concussion was so I just went to school the next day like nothing ever happened and continued doing that not ever realizing the shape I was in. Right now, 6 months later, I'm getting crazy migranes every other week and am loosing focus all over the place. Is it because I didn't rest up properly? or is it because that was my 4th concussion in 4 years (5th in total)? Dunno. But moral of that story is be careful, dont be dumb, wear a helmet, and always take care of yourself. I luckily always wear a helmet and while I may still get concussions because I have no self control It beats taking the brunt of the damage to my brain without it.