Two weekends ago a few friends and I went to Big Boulder for a day of shralping. Along with us came Honeysuckle.
Honeysuckle, yes that's his name, is originally from Korea and picked up freestyle skiing last year. I've never seen a kid so stoked on skiing and life in general. He literally skis as much as possible and is willing to pretty much huck himself as much as possible to learn radical new maneuvers.
So, we were skiing and for those who haven't been to Big Boulder, they built a massive kicker with side kickers.
All day we were joking about hitting it because, quite frankly, it was by far the biggest jump I have ever seen and there is no way in hell I would really hit it.
Eventually we made it over to the big jump and were thinking about hitting the smallest of the beasts. Some hoodrat drops in from where we were and went to hit the smaller kicker. He came up a few feet short so we figured as long as we didn't scrape speed, we could probably clear it.
My friend drops to get it on film, meanwhile my other friend and I tell Honeysuckle to hit the jump first. He's a few years younger than us so his legs can take knuckling a little easier than me.
"Alight man I'm probably gonna die."
"No way, it's really not that bad you already saw the other kid drop and he lived. The smaller jump really isnt that big"
So Honeysuckle drops, straightlines, dips below a roller, and then to our astonishment is in line with the big jump!!!
Sweet balls of fury he is pointing it right off the coma-inducing, skull crushing, bone slam kicker of death!
Well, as you can imagine, Honeysuckle went 10 feet up, only to drop 30 feet down. And instead of 80 feet, went about 40.
In that second I thought my day was over, but more importantly that my friend and I just killed poor Honeysuckle.
I felt paralyzed. I was just watching to see if he would ever get up. His knees buckled, goggles went flying, and his legs were in a twisted position not meant to be.
But sure enough, Honeysuckle, stood up, and skied away. Not even a scratch, and I saw him biking around campus only a few days after.
We never really figured out why he hit the big jump - maybe it was a translation failure, maybe he really thought we were right considering my friend and I have been skiing forever. We'll never know but at least he is still walking today.
Without further adieu here is the video my friend edited:
This is by far the funniest moment I have witnessed in my ski career.