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ok this one starts on the lift. i was sking with some friends and i talking to my friendss about my new coreupts ( only used them 3 times) and how i loved them. i was showing how flexy they were and pulledd my tip back and he said the they wer going to split any second. first rail i stomped the trick and they split ( like so -> --===---- ) i was riding back down to the lodge. swaped from switch to normal the gap filled with snow, caught an edge, smashed facefirst into the up part of a hug drop for a 22' pipe.
hauled ass down a run, and took it to the parking lot. Too bad it was spring and there was about a foot of mashed potatoes right before the parking lot and the end of the snow. Went head over heals and broke my pole in half after impaling(not really, but you can imagine) my stomach on it. I hobbled around hunched over for about a week.
i took my friend skiing for the first time in his life and he was doing pretty well. most of the day i stayed behind him watching except for this one run. i took off and i looked behind me for not even a second to see how he was doing. next thing i know i got fuckin clothes-lined by a rope that wasnt there last run. like it was just a thin black rope across a trail at night with no additional signs or anything to warn you. i still have the 2" long scar on my cheek