The scariest thing that happened to me was when me and my crew hiked of the groomers and decided to take a run down a closed trail under construction last year. after getting about 100 meters in and taking our first turn to we came to a rather technical area because all of these skinny stumps were sticking out of the snow like spikes and we have a motto that is we face everything and will never turn around to hike out (one way or another we were getting down), as we traversed these spikes in the wide open which wasn’t too bad to our great fortune the wide open became glades with these stump spikes, wonderful. Having to really slow down and try and plan your path down some chutes made it very sketchy with no room for error. We finally got to a point were we could see an intersection with a groomer which at that time was sounding pretty good. As we made our way to this intersection, with my always wanting to slash, I tried to take the route were I could launch onto the groomer making for a good entrance. As I was setting up for my launch I managed to catch my edge on a stump flinging me into the air with nothing but hope of not impaling myself with a stump. As I came to crashing landing I was relieved that I was not impaled but I was not so relieved as a stump was between my legs and had ripped right through my pants. Just to think a few more inches and who knows what would have happened. I still have those pants as a reminder to pull the reigns back a little bit in some situations.

One time, I was riding at night with my friends at the local resort, and as I was racing in an impromptu Chinese downhill, just completely pointing it, I came over a roller. Unfortunately, at the same time, so did a patrol snowmobile. We missed each other by about 3 feet, and i nearly shit myself.

having to take a poop before a contest run but you cant poop becaus you have to take your run. Pretty scary moment in snowboarding

In February of 2008, a buddy of mine and I decided to venture off the beaten path at Steamboat. So at 2pm we started by descending down East Face and saw a gate that led to some backcountry pow. No one had ventured over there yet so we took the initiative to enjoy some freshies. After descending down two more faces, we found ourselves on a completely unmarked trail with an open field in front of us. There were no other tracks in the snow, so we started making our way through the openings and down the mountain. There was between 2 and 3 feet of fresh snow, so we had to post hole through the field and then found ourselves standing at the entrance to another wooded area. This continued for another hour before we came upon a set of cross country tracks. We followed the tracks through a ravine for another hour. At this point, the sun was starting to go down and the snow started to fall again. We had about an hour of daylight left to find a road or some civilization. Our friends started calling us and asking whether or not we needed search and rescue, but we didn’t even know where we were in relation to the resort. After another 45 minutes, we finally saw the resort, but it was over a mile away. So we continued following the fall line of the mountain hoping it would bring us to a road. The snow was falling heavier now and the only light we had was from the white snow on the ground. Visibility was decreasing fast and we started thinking about whether or not we needed to set up an impromptu camp to hopefully make it through the night. We had 2 candy bars between us, so we planned out a rationing protocol. After another 30 minutes, we finally saw a road…but had no idea where it lead. Standing in the middle of the road exhausted after a 3.5 hour hike out, we waved down a resort shuttle that was dropping off visitors. The driver kindly picked us up and the properly informed us that the search and rescue teams was on alert because several people had been stranded there already during the season and some had been hospitalized or found dead. We learned our lesson and now carry GPS receivers with us wherever we go!

It was a cold day and the snow was coming down hard, making it difficult to see what was above you. Me and some friends had just gotten out Area 51 and headed back down to Montezuma. We clearly had no idea where we were going and we were lost. Then suddenly two poles and a ski fall out of the air and land right in front of me, i looked around to see if there was a chair lift above me, but there was not. So i looked around for a hurt skier that might have had a nasty spill but there was no one in sight. The day after there was an article in the local newspaper asking if anybody had found a ski and two poles, apparently this guys angry girlfriend threw her stuff over 2 lines of trees that landed right in front of me. Scary stuff

Myself and a friend, ditched school to go shred for the day. Beautiful day, sun was in full effect, lift lines were minimal, mid-week type crowd. The first chair of the day was a old two-seater, that dropped half way up the run and continued to the top, we decided to take it easy and get off on the first exit, a little warm up run if you will.
We unload, and the next chair comes shortly after. Except, this chair has only one passenger…A young female that appeared to be ditched by her boyfriend who, obviously, wasn’t into teaching his lady a proper lift dismount.
The young lady attempts to jump off the chair, unknowingly still attached to the armrest by her jacket. The chair climbs 15 feet before the Lifty emergency stops the lift. At this point, the young girl is basically hanging herself, and panicking.
The three of us, my friend, the Lifty, and myself, form a quick three-man totem pole and release her feet from her board and boots…thank god for Boa’s. So with the weight removed from her feet, We insist that if she unzips her jacket, which has been choking her for the last ten minutes, We could catch her in “cheerleader-basket” style.
She unzips, and drops…We saved her life. Scarier than watching Travis Kennedy rapping.

I learned how to ride in the Rocky Mountains of Western Montana. I was feeling pretty bad-ass since I had 3-4 years riding under my belt. Some friends and I had driven up to Big Mountain in Whitefish and were ready for a big day. When I say I had years of experience, most of that was on groomers and the kiddie hills. So when I, being the only board in a group of 6 people, was told we were taking a tree run I eagerly said lets do it. Mind you I had never rode in the trees before. Dealing with feet of fresh and what I would learn later learn tracked out paths beneath it was going to pose an issue for me. I jumped in the middle of the ski crew and plunged into a dense coniferous slalom course. The first few turns were fine and then the mountain dropped before I knew what was happening and it was super steep super fast. My goal was to dodge trees at this point, the first huge branch I found I tried to grab to slow myself down and dumped pounds of fresh on me and face planted right there. After digging myself out and some how righting myself I quickly tried to catch up with the crew putting distance on me by the second. I was finally near enough to follow and hit a huge rut beneath the pow and caught my toe edge and proceeded to superman. The natural reaction was to close my eyes, then I panicked and opened them as I knew there were trees everywhere. I opened my eyes with mere inches between myself and a monster pine. Somehow I stopped prior to impact and had to check whether or not I had loaded my baggy pants. Needless to say I ended up hiking out of the trees and wouldn’t enter them again for seasons to come.

the scariest thing that ever happend to me on a snowboard, happened las winter. so i did a high school snowboard competition series we have here in oregon called OISA and we would practice every wednesday night. we got up to meadows and if you didn’t know the northwest got hammered with storm after storm last year. so like usual the park and pipe were under about two feet of fresh. so we got a free ride night. so my friends and i are riding the left up and we spot this really fun looking drop that would shoot us out between two trees. to get there we had to go through a really dense patch of trees as well, but like always we were all up for having a good time so there was no question whether or not we were going to do it. we start into the trees and it was awesome we were getting fresh tracks, and untouched really fun tree lines, and we were all super stoked! we all stoppped for a minute and my friend keny said we could hit the little shoot we saw or we could foloow this patch of trees for a while and hit like 25 foot drop. we all went with the drop. before continuing to go i bent down to tighten my bindings a little bit and when i looked up i couldn’t see anything, not that the visibillity was that great to begin with. but when i was tightening my binding my goggles completely fogged, and now my friends were gone. so i lifted my goggle ontop of my head and took off trying to catch up with the other guys. zigging in and out of trees, at night, by myself, with no googles pretty much a recipe for a scary story! so while i’m riding i come to a sudden stop. like a big angry giant just grabbed my by the hood of my cooat and was holding me there. i turned around to see what had happened, and my hood had got caught on a branch, and not only that but the branch went through my hood like an arrow. i was still in my board and managed to wiggle back a little so my facket was pulling on me any more and i stood there with that branch right at head level. i could have easily been stabbed through the face. not only was that the scarist moment on a snowboard but probably the scariest moment of my life.

The first season that Revelstoke mountain opened my shred crew and I were there for one of the only weekends that the hill didn’t dump of snow. Hungry for the deep, we kept pushing out to glades just beyond the boundary. When it would come time we’d pop back on the catrack. At one point I got caught up in the deep snow and missed the track. I figured given the layout of the catrack I would pop out on one of the legs that jut out further down, so I ripped trough some of the deepest most luxurious snow, keeping right to pop back on the catrack…until I came across a drain out, the slop of the mountain inevitably turns you away from the terrain. As I wandered, somone else caught up to me and for 6 hours, we hiked, ended up at some lady’s driveway – who tried to recruit us to be Jo-Ho’s – as she gave us a 15 minute ride back to the resort.
When I arrived at the mountain base, I had learned that a few of my friends went searching for me.
Since the hike was so technical and in knee deep snow, waist deep in spots, it took them nearly ten hours, as they did most of it in the dark. Their strategy was to take pictures in order to see where I had gone, as when I would scale the mountain or have to jump across the creek, it wasn’t easy to retace my steps! I revisited the base of the creek and found a spot where the moon was shining on the snow, and broke some sticks to write “Keep Go –>” in the snow as a sign of the near end for my friends. Sitting and waiting on that driveway was the scariest moment of my 13 years of shredding.
Lessons learned: 1) Never play with the ski boundary at Revelstoke and 2) Screw ski patrol, call search and rescue.
Cheers, happy halloween!

At steamboat on an epic pow day some friends and I were riding the christmas tree bowl. If you know steamboat christmas tree bowl has a lot of steep gladed chutes. I led the way down toward a good 15 drop with a clear landing. I hit it first and landed clean until i stopped and looked back i saw my track had exposed a gnarly jagged tree stump. I tried to yell and warn everyone tree stump to the right everyone followed my track and I had to watch as 5 friends had to dodge the stump of death oh the landing. I was just waiting for my little brother to get empaled scary shit.

one time last year while my friends and i were shredding at keystone we decided to take a break from the park and ride some tree runs. I made a huge slash in some pow and instantly an abominable snow creature was created from my heel side turn. I rode as fast as i could out of the trees and made it safely to the lodge but my friend was not as fortunate. he was eaten by the ABOMINABLE SNOW GOBLIN!!! RIP buddy. we miss you.

the scariest thing that ever happened to me while boarding was when i found some untouched pow in some trees. while making my third run down i cut to sharp and fell into the tree well. while trying to get out i heard a noise. i looked down and there was a raccoon with a bite out of its neck but it was still moving. talk about scaring the living crap out of me. i ended up hitting it with nose of my board. dont know if i killed it or not. didn’t stick around to find out.

I was teaching a class of 3-6 year olds at breck, and we’re coming down peak 8. We come around a corner and i immediately notice a good sized animal on the trail. It turns out to be a wolf. What happens when a bunch of 3-6 year olds see a wolf, you ask? They “want to pet the doggie.” As they turned to ski towards the wild wolf, an image of severed, tiny limbs and blood scattered across the snow pops it into my head. In hopes of not having to explain to parents why their children were slaughtered during a half day lesson, I raced ahead of the kids and was somehow able to stop all of them and explain to them that that wasn’t a “nice doggie.”

It was a perfect sunny spring morning. I stood a top the summit at snoqualmie central terrain park main jump line. My friend told me he was on his way so i decided to take my first run. I dropped in, checked all the lips and it looked good……so i took my next run. I went to test straight air the first jump, as i approached the lip i sped up incredibly fast as if satan himself was pushing me from behind. I flew off the lip and started soaring . At this point I knew i was caboozled. I over shot the jump ridiculously, It was that feeling where your floating past the landing simply knowing you’re gonna be hurt. I broke my pelvis. My right femur went straight through my pelvic bone. the whole right side of my body felt like jello. I went to stand up thinking I just ate it and I’ll be fine, but when I got up my body was like a snake at which I fell over. I woke up in a toboggan a bit later, I felt fine, my ribs hurt because I broke four, but the pelvis thing didnt register yet. I then woke up in an ambulance, with a dude telling me not to fall asleep and there’s a possibility of internal blood draining into my pelvis cavity and blood loss could go unseen-thus why were going to the hospital. Then, the ambulance driver, no joke, hit a fucking deer. NO SHIT. the ambulance swerved and hit the I90 guard rail twice then smashed not exremely hard, but pretty damn hard into a tree. So now Im lying here, broken pelvis, broken ribs, puking, and coughing up blood, alone in the ambulance, while the medics help the driver who was hurt. I finally got in a new ambulance and got to the auburn hospital apparently in the nick of time because I was immediately being fed blood like a vampire. But the scariest part was yet to come 5 months of bed rest/wheel chair aka no summer shred! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! heres my pelvis xray for proof. P.S. MY only reoccuring memory/vision from leaving the mountain to the hospital is the deers slaughtered carcass in the brush.

crossed a catch line going up hill, woke up in air life. later to be told by the hommies i hit some lady head on broke almost every bone on the left side of her body ,snapped my jaw in half broke 2 teeth and had to get a metal plate in my face she ended up being alive but tried to say it was my fault just got done with all the court shit.

The scariest thing to ever happen on my board happened this summer. Because of skateboarding, I have broke my right ankle twice in less than a year. Around the end of the summer my walking boot came off and started to work at getting my leg back to normal. Since snowboard season is approaching, I thought it would be dope to get a trampoline to start learning flips and also to get my leg in shape. Once I got the trampoline, it took me a little while before I started to throw flips probably because I was so busy messing around with the bike and skateboard I made for it. Since I’m always way too stoked to go ride my board, I decided that I would go ride it on my new trampoline. It worked fine for just doing 3′s and grabs, but then I thought I should start doing some flips, even though I couldn’t do them just bouncing regular. I tried some frontflips, just landing on my back which wasn’t bad at all. Then I figured I would just huck a frontflip, but this time add in a 360. I kinda got the flip and spin enough to be able to see my landing, but the problem was that my body was pointing to the left while my board was doing a shifty to the right. I tried to pull back the nose, but it was too late. I landied on my stomach while my board and feet were basically pointing the other way. The pain was bad and at first I thought I might have broken my left knee and right ankle again. This scared me pretty bad cause if I had broken some bones, I would be out during snow season and that would suck. Luckly I was fine and I am still getting ready for this year’s shred season.

Scariest thing, it was probably last season. During a great week of snow storms, and frigid single digit temperatures. Had a friend visiting from the east and he was stoked to ride some powder. So we hike over to Snow White in Breckenridge. The snow on the hike was solid, winds scraped the surface and it was pure cement up there. Visibility was practically 0, you couldn’t see 5ft in front of you. So after a brutal hike in the cold winds we make our way across the ridge, can’t see what you’re dropping into to at all. We’re up there, might as well drop right. Use a peak as reference and pick a spot. At this point my friend can’t really breathe, and he’s saying he’s ready to faint.. I don’t know how it happened but he reached over to the cornice and it broke from under him as he just stood on it. Now things are getting scary, I don’t know if he’s ok nor can I see him anywhere. I’m afraid to drop right there in case I end up getting a slide on him or hitting him myself. I can’t see anything at all either. I give it some time in hopes he rode away or slid down far enough and I drop in search for him. He doesn’t know the area and goes too far the wrong way and bottoms out at 12,000ft. He’s very disoriented and can’t find his way back. After quite some time wondering around trying to hold on to my snowboard as the wind tries to blow the two of us away I found him lying in the snow, he’s conscious but clealry not ok. I get him and at the point we have to hike out (about 30mins). As if it wasn’t hard enough to hike out myself I had to help him, and this is still shocking to me.. we get hit by some gusts of whiteout and I lose him again, I fell down and slid a bit and so he did and he was nowhere to be found again. I’m exhausted at this point and frightened trying not to freak out. This entire time I have been shouting for him and I actually had a whistle in my jacket but the winds are so loud we can’t hear each other. After some more frightening moments luckily found him again in those 3 second windows of lighter fog.
We make out way over the one mountain and clear skies and amazing pow pow awaited. The weather can turn quick and when you’re not prepared and can’t see a thing in front of you, things get frightening quiiiiick!

This one time I riding and I saw this super scary corporation just devouring everything on the hill. It was crazy scary, but then Scott Stevens came out of nowhere and joined up with the super scary corporation and it became twice as scary.

One day riding solo I took the summit lift to the top on a really stormy day. Its completely whiteout at the top i cant see more than 5 feet in front of me riding sheets of solid ice, all the powder that has been dumping all day is just being blown around by huge gusts of wind that come with out warning. I see no one around. I didn’t even see any patrol the whole ride down. I guess they were all smart enough not to take that lift

I was all set to ride a powder day at Mammoth with my friends… then my girlfriend said she wanted me to teach her little sister how to snowboard!

dropping some lines on cute looking girls in line then realize they are dudes with really long hair. scariest day of my life.

this one time when i was snowboarding i saw a black cat just walk right in front of the rail i was about to drop i was scared shitless, nervous wreak i frantically ran home, and when i got home, the damn cat was in my front porch! i didn’t know what to do.

the scarest thing that has ever happened to me on a snowboard was at Willamette Pass Oregon, just outside of Oakridge. I was bombing down the steepest named run in north america RTS (Really Tough Shit) and i was through the trees. My binding strap came loose and I fell right on my face. I was tumbling down the hill my board hitting trees. I was tossed down the hill like a ragdoll. I came to a stop about 50 yards later when i hit a tree. I sat there barely concious and rode away after sitting there for like 20 minutes. I walked away with minor injuries including some really knarly bruises, some scrapes and a really F***** up board. Lets say this, I think twice about bombing those trees again. But i got back up and i keep doing what i love. Shred deep pow. Cant wait till the 09′-2010 season. Its gunna be sick. But after that really scary shit i think i deserve some free capita good. Hook me up!

the thing that scared me most was the thought of havig to go back to reality, to work, the commute etc, and have to miss out on the slopes. I’m not just talking those iconic BLUEBIRD days, but every crappy, crummy snow day there is. There’s nothing like it. It’s a scary experience everyone who has posted here can identify with and one that is inevitable.

last winter we were scouting out a spot in the UTAH back country on the snowmobiles. we saw a good spot just over the ridge but as we started over the ridge it gave out. we had been caught in a massive SLAB avalanche, and to make matters worse down below was a terrain trap. heading straight for trees and rocks i had to bail out getting caught in the slab. fighting to stay afloat i see my buddie and his snowmobile were tumbling end over end. after the avalanche came to a slow i was lucky enought to inch my head up. one of my buddies eventualy dug me out after about 8 minutes which felt like an hour. four guys and three snowmobiles, mine endend up just running into a tree one was burried with one ski sticking out and the other well not sure how but it ended up in a TREE. after we got situated we looked back up the ridge only to see that under the snow was about a 15 foot cliff we couldnt go back up and we had no idea where in the world we were are phones were out and to make matters worse the skidoo started leaking antifreeze and wouldnt start we poured gatoraid and beer in it to keep it from over heating then got a move on. as night fall came around we could finaly see the parking lot. the only thing standing between us and it was about at mile and a massive spruse tree had fallen over and we were in the middle of a mini canyon.in the dark we were out of food and my buddie damon suffered a broken ankle from a few weeks before had started the first stages of hypothermia. we spent three and half hours in the dark with nothing but the snowmobile light and snow saws trying to build a jump to get over. we got over and made it back to the the parking lot loaded up and headed straight to the hosptial. my buddies ankle had fallen out of place again and had almost entered the second stage of hypothermia. we plan on heading back this season but most likley we wont venture over that ridge again. now that i think back that was the closest i have ever been to being “THAT GUY” on the news

So one day i took my friend out to learn to snowboard. I am notamazing or anything but i was gunna teach him how to carve and stuff as this was his first time. I wasnted to hit up the park and figures he could just weave through all the obstacles and everything would be fine. It so wasnt. I ahve never really tried pipe before and he decides it would be fun to ride through it. Im thinking to myself that he is gunna seriously hurt himself so i follow him into the pipe. Itw as early so no one was in the pipe but us and i was carving up and down the walls when i loose track of where he is. When we were almost out i realize the nose of his board is like 6 inches from my tail. Its pretty sketchy when you are riding that close to someone who cant ride. So he tries to stop and ends up sending us both flying at least 10 feet onto the hard snow. It sucked.

This story started out scary but now I’m embarrassed to tell it, but hey, if I can win free stuff that’s cool. My neighbor and I set up a little kicker and some rails in the empty lot next to my house. It doesn’t get that dark at night in Minnesota so we ride till midnight sometimes without any streetlights. One night we see this guy standing down the street from the pile of snow where we drop in. We didn’t make a big deal out of it and kept riding. After a couple of minutes we start to wonder what this guy is doing. We test the guy by throwing snowballs at him. He didn’t move, so then my neighbor starts to throw rocks at him, and he still didn’t move. We decide to talk to the guy, and bring shovels just in case things get ugly. The guy is about 100 feet away, so we approach him carefully, blending in with the trees and bushes, being stealthy. We don’t see the guy, only a lamppost. We realized that we threw rocks at a lamppost and were about to attack it with shovels. It was so embarrassing but really funny. At least we got to ride some more after.

most of the comments i have read are of stuff that happened on the snow, but the for me it was not being able to go boarding one year. I live in florida so i takes alot of money to go every year and one year i was super broke so I had to work a ton of odd jobs to get the money to go. Long story short i was very scared that i would not be able to go.

The scariest thing was when i came up short on a backside seven hundred and twenty degree spin in mammoth and shatterd my whole left leg. My tibia was compounded and sticking out of my ankle and my fibia was broken in 3 spots. That was pretty scary.

The scariest thing that has happened to me was when my friend decided to do a double kink and he caught an edge and landed on the rail. When we got to the bottom you could see the blood stain through his pants. When we went to the EMT I saw his leg…it was all torn up, you could see the white muscle and something was bubbling in there. yuck. he needed 25 stitches and an overnight stay in the ER.

January 2009 marked my very first year of snowboarding, and I wasn’t going suffer as a noob with all my friends hanging 6 or 7 years of experience over my head. So I hit the mountain hard to get my confidence up. Into the Spring with the sun shining, my friends and I decided to hit some back country woods on Mt. Hood, Oregon, and take advantage of all the freshies. About 5 minutes into our ride we came across a 6 foot cougar and her cub. Mama cat was not happy about our presence and was giving us warning shots before she started leaping across the snow at us. We started blowing our whistles and arming ourselves. I’ve never snowboarded with a knife in my hand until then. Luckily, the powder was deep enough to slow her down while we fled and was found by ski patrol. The cat was tranquilized and relocated safely, no animal abuse here in Oregon.

so about 4 years ago, i decide to start snowboard(best decision ever). My friend and his dad decide to try to teach me how. they themselves were not very good snowboarders and were a little dumb. For the first run, they get me on to the lift and as we get to the top, they realize this lift was atop all Black diamond runs. As i get over pissing my pants and going through all the pointers, i tried to go down. as i start going, i did not understand how to slow down or stop. i begin to point it all the way down this black diamond which was my FIRST ever run snowboarding. as i get three quarters down the hill, im haulling so much ass and im shitting my pants and wondering how i hadnt fallen yet. After that, i hit an icy patch and lose control of my board. My heel edge catches on the snow and i begun to flip. i flipped about eight or nine times before i come to a stop. no exageration. as i slowly sit up, i realized i have a crazy pounding headache and i feel like im in two pieces. At the end of that day when i was putting my gear away and i found the fattest crack in the back of my helmet. its scared the shit out of me.

I was coming off a rail and saw that a kid had wiped out and not moved out of the way at the landing, thought I was going to hit him so I landed awkwardly and rolled over him, could have been really bad.

I sat next to a girl on the ski lift

My senior year of high school for spring break my friends and I went to colorado. The first day there on my 3rd run of the day I knocked my self out on this big kicker and when i regained consciousness there was a crazy looking dude with a crazy beard and missing a few teeth like a foot from my face. It scared the shit out of me but then the worst part was having to sit in a hospital bed for the next three days and looking out my window and seeing people riding and then having to chill in our hotel room all day for the rest of the week.

ever since the slopes closed last year i have been waiting every day to snowboard. Every single day i think about it and i was getting so pumped for this season, i had all my stuff picked out then about a week ago my dad dropped a bomb on me. He flat out said take the pass back no snowboarding because i had a huge dental bill. My heart dropped. I will find out tonight if i will be able to or not im trying to negotiate with my dad. Some new gear may take some of the load off him and help me snowboard.

Alright this is the scariest thing that could possibly happen to anyone snowboarding, as well as the stupidest. Picture yourself waking up a little later in the morning around 10 a.m. on a blue bird day early March in Whistler B.C. I get a call from my shred buddy saying they are in Kybers building a sickk booter. I head up there of course as quickly as possible, and start cutting through the Kybers area. (Which is an out of bounds area) Of course being a stoner-tard I didn’t relieze at the time how big and wooded Kybers really was. Anyways long story short with the key details. Phone reception dosen’t work out there. I cut to far left of the tracks and ended up in no-mans land by myself. I end up rag dolling off this small pillow line and end up getting stuck in a tree well. I take off my board and end up sinking past my head. I was almost barried alive alone in out of bounds terrain if it wasn’t for my feet landing on a branch. I am cleary still alive to this day but wiser.

A long time ago, when I was just starting snowboarding, my cousins who had both being shredding for most of their lives brought me up to whistler. We where all having a good day, blue bird skies and fresh pow. My cousin wanted to go up to the peak and snowboard up there. I agreed even though it was only my third time snowboarding and I was still in the slip down the hill heel edge stage, just starting to turn. When we got up there we went down a run, which happened to have a nice cliff edge on one side. I was starting to turn, and was getting the hang of it so I announced to my cousins: “Look At Me I Am Turning!” Not realizing how close I was to the edge. I didn’t have the ability or the time to turn, so I just flew of the edge hopping it wasn’t a big drop. It was probably about 25′, when I hit the ground I started to slip down even farther into the forest and closer to the ragging freezing waters below. I slipped and slipped in tell I was into the water up to my knees, I grabbed a root and held onto it. I screamed to my cousins but they were also panicking, making it hard for them to help me. After being down there for probably 10 minutes, my toes where cold and slightly frost bitten. My cousin found a safer alternative to getting me out of there and help me out. Being one of my first few times boarding, you would expect this to turn my off of the sport, but it did the opposite, I was stoked to get better so that it wouldn’t happen again.

Another Story, Wasn’t scary but painful…

I was up at Grouse last year when it was getting dumped with pow. This little little kid lost his ski in front of me and couldn’t hike up with the amount of snow. Being the nice person I am, I took of my glove, shacked out the snow and grabbed the ski. The kid must have gotten his skis sharpened earlier, because all I felt was a sudden pain, some heat, and some “water” on my hand, thinking it was just snow melting, I put my glove back on. When i got to the bottom My friend asked me what was wrong with my glove looked down to see, crimson red blood dripping out my glove and onto the snow. I took of my glove to see a chunk of skin taken out of that soft bit of skin between my thumb and my pointer finger. Turns out there are some nerves in there… lost some movement in my thumb, was told to go to the hospital to get stitches and maybe a shot because his edge mite have being rusted. I chose not to, know I got a nice scar.

Wasn’t scary but it hurt …

i was 9 years old and sitting on the chairlift at grouse mountain with my brother. it was my first time snowboarding. the safty bar was not on because my brother said it was cooler that way… the first 5 min of the chair ride my brother and i are silent. he then throws a fake punch at me which causes me to jump out of my seat… literally… i fell 30 feet and landed on top of a 26 year old woman. i was fine for some reason and the woman had a broken collerbone and a concussion. my brother laughed at me saying i was a pussy after. i was 9 years old and being called a pussy by my 16 year old brother…

Probably the scariest thing that had ever happened while i went snowboarding was when me and a buddy went out of bounds in the spring to go hit the hidden tree jib we made that winter. Also there was a bear family that also lived in that area and had woken up from hibernation a few days before and the Mt has sent out notices about it. So we were jibbing and stuff right and while im hiking back up i hear a growl. So i turn my head to the direction of the sound and then i see a freeking big ass black bear mother with her three cubs. My friend and me start to freek out because its looking right at us. So he takes off. But the scariest part is that i had to strap in my snowboard before i could get away. So as it started to kind of “plow” through the snow and charge at me i sloppily put one of my binding straps on. Then i charged down the small trail with trees everywhere with only one boot strapped in and only one strap holding that boot down.

The other really scary experience is when me and a group of buds went out off bounds to poach some powder. When we got to the chair lift we realized that Nick was missing so we waited… and waited… for about 20 minutes and then we began to worry. So one of my friends called the ski patrol and the rest of us went out to look for him on that run (he is my friends little brother). So finaly after about 30 minutes of looking we found him stuck in a tree well almost up to his mouth with snow… it was so scary when you think what could have happened to him if we didnt find him.

one time i got raped