I organized a photo shoot with a few Smith grassroots team riders and some of the Fortitude crew back in January... We show up all stoked because the park setup at keystone looked amazing and the weather was perfect. But then the park was closed because a few of the big boys are shooting... Andreas, Jon, TJ, etc. At like 11 they let us into the park and I start trying to make up for lost time. Two runs later I already have two shots that Kinsey is pretty happy with. So I drop in straight air jump 1, put down a flat 5 bow and arrow grab on jump 2 and then as I am taking off of jump 3 setting switch misty 7 i caught my tips on the lip of the jump. As soon as I took off I knew I was fucked!
Dead fish, I roll to about 630 and knuckled on my chest and boom... I am knocked the hell out. When I woke up a few minuets later i didn't know where I was or how I had gotten there. As I started to piece things together I was staying pretty clam at first until I saw Jon Olsson holding one of my arms down. (I broke some bones in both hands and ski patrol couldn't get me to stop figiting) Anyway that brought me to the realization that I have been in a ski accident and I freaked out. I am yelling incoherntly and unknowingly embarassing the shit out of myself. A few x-rays, a 100 mile Ambulance ride and a cat scan later I am released from the hospital but confined to the couch for a few weeks... so yeah. I wouldnt call it a happy story, but it is worth a listen.
PS here is a photo of the flat 5 I did on jump 2 just before I rocked my shit.