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Your Best Turn ever

post #1 of 20
Thread Starter 

We've heard best moments, best runs, etc.



Now it is time for best TURN ever.  We all know what it is... that one turn where you said: "WOW that was sick."


Warren Miller described it as that one feeling we got from a turn that can keep us coming back year after year.


So, what turn was it for you that was the very best turn?

post #2 of 20

the next turn I am going to make!

post #3 of 20

I've enjoyed a lot of turns, but am hard pressed to recall 1 that really stands out.  Closest I can come was relayed from a friend who was telling me about his friend's best turn ever- the guy has skied most of the 14ers in CO and was describing one whose has a steep pitch that requires a turn at the bottom to avoid taking an un-survivable cliff- THAT TURN SAVED HIS LIFE

post #4 of 20

I've been skiing since 1963 and you want my best turn ever?  My head hurts.

post #5 of 20
Thread Starter 
Originally Posted by Posaune View Post

I've been skiing since 1963 and you want my best turn ever?  My head hurts.

Thanks for sharing.

post #6 of 20

The time a snowboarder threw a pile of freshly laid man made snow on my face, which instantly froze my goggles up to the point of blindness while starting my run out at the bottom of a black diamond, with a person directly in front of me. Turned hard towards the trees (my buddy was toward the middle of the trail) and managed to swing it back around (still completely blind) and avoid several small trees and rocks before finally being able to rip my goggles off. Not sure how he did it, but I spent the entire lift ride up breathing on and scraping my goggles trying to get the film of ice off, and then had to finish with my fingernails after I got off the lift. That was definitely a "That was sick!" turn in my book. 

post #7 of 20

One that will stick out to me probably for a long time. Near the end of last season I dropped into a smaller bowl that usually holds good pow. As I approached a rollover I cranked a small turn to check my speed, and just as I was going over I put in a turn going the opposite direction and took a face shot. It wasn't super gnar, and anyone who was watching may not have even found it remarkable. But it felt so smooth to me. It was one of those; "I get it" moments. A feeling I'll probably spend the rest of my life chasing.

post #8 of 20

I'm hoping to keep chasing the perfect turn for years to come. 

post #9 of 20
Originally Posted by ecimmortal View Post
anyone who was watching may not have even found it remarkable. But it felt so smooth to me. It was one of those; "I get it" moments. A feeling I'll probably spend the rest of my life chasing.


1972 the bottom of Racing Trail at Alyeska during Airlines Races week.  Last run of the day, by myself; threw a full on fall-line 720 off a monster bump; stuck it and ripped to the bottom.  Doubt that anybody else ever saw it, and that is okay.


That moment has lived behind my eyelids for nearly 40 years.


post #10 of 20

It was a left I think - I'm pretty sure!!!

post #11 of 20
Originally Posted by steelman View Post

It was a left I think - I'm pretty sure!!!

I think mine was too!


(wait, do you mean skiers left?)

post #12 of 20

I've been lucky to ski in some great conditions. But there's 1 turn I can't forget. It was about 5 years ago at squaw. It was a powder day but it wasn't dry powder it was very wet snow.. The whole day was good but I can't seem to take this one turn out of my head...


I made a wide turn down maybe a 20 degree pitch, nothing steep, in fresh wet snow, and snow sprayed from under my skis. The snow felt like pure water, if I had closed my eyes I would guessed I was water skiing. I've skied powder since then and I've had some great dry powder runs since then, but for some reason I can't seem to forget that 1 turn.


I think it was the water consistency of the snow. The closest I ever get to that feel is during spring skiing. 



post #13 of 20
Thread Starter 

Well for me, I am going to pick a turn that was different from all the others... one that was a little scary.


Last season I was skiing in Colorado, and the first day I was feeling the altitude.  It basically felt like I was on nitrous at the dentist's office, but not necessarily fun.  Anyhow, as I was skiing along to get warmed up on the second run, I was pretty tired at the bottom, both aerobically and anaerobically.  I'm pretty sure my O2 saturation was in the low 90s.  I was still fairly new to my non-FIS race skis at that point, and I decided to tip them over on edge to see how tight a turn I could make.  WELL, I tipped them over going into a left turn, and WOW, before I knew it I felt what can only be described as SNAP.  I could feel the metal bend in the skis, and I was slungshot out of the turn.  I had to be pulling 2-2.5 G's there.  


I'm pretty sure it was a combination of the edge angle, speed, and low physical condition at that point, that created the sensation.  But it was pretty cool.  It almost felt like the turn was too much for the skis, but maybe it was just too much for my legs and comfort level.  I had definitely "ripped" turns before on these skis, but something was different about this turn.  Like others have said above, this turn probably didn't even look that impressive, nor do I care if it did... it was a totally internal thing. 


Here is a screenshot from the POV of the turn, which I have as the home screen on my iPhone.


best turn 1.jpg

post #14 of 20

Morning tracks 2 004.JPG


Hard to say





post #15 of 20

Squaw Pano April 16 002 [1024x768].JPGthat fourth turn had some juice, and the sixth turn was kinda' .... left, left, left. spring. not the best turns of my life, but good ones with documentation.

post #16 of 20

10 years ago, when I turned away from my life as it was on the East Coast.  




A Lake in Northern Pennsylvania
A year or a lifetime – sometimes one makes
or breaks the other


The season of color emblazes
again these hillsides, and I am but
an ember burning in this wedge

of evening. Through this screened
window comes a cooling
breeze, these nights form a mosaic

memory of wire mesh, that porch
swing, a metronome counting
my final days on that coast. Beyond ancient

oaks we meet pale as midnight
moon, she barefoot and arched
against Northern nights

an omen hanging thick
in air. The old train trestle, a
bridge connecting past

to future, spans an unforgiving
drop, and hand in hand our
cadence marks time on its ribs.

There, far below us, is our lake in Northern Pennsylvania.

The moon shows the lone opening
into this shadowed world, the forest
and lakeshore beneath

that moonlight awash in shadowy
mist. We empty our pockets stone
by stone into its dark waters, reciting

dreams as the lake swallows
them whole. I yearn for a winter beyond
this safe, mid-Atlantic town, and she…

She longs for these long nights by the lake to never end.

I know now how fragile that iron
trestle was. I walked home alone that
changed night to distant, soft

applause. The cold rains dropped swiftly,
iridescent, liquid pearls pelting
the tidy, patchwork lawns. I cursed

concrete, the town I knew too well,
and continued to walk its hooded streets under
shadows of melancholy skeletons.

A cacophonous traffic jam of emotions, I halted
beneath the stormy torrent, my arms extended, fists
turned heavenward, and pleaded to

the cleansing rain. A lightness
falling, my angst melted to sudden
wonder as the rain turned chalky

white; a growing silence. An intense flood
of scenes flashed staccato in my head:













Standing atop an open white bowl pushing
off explosively snow billowing whispering
a thousand thought messages up and over



my shoulders rolling off my back an
enveloping conversation no words just motion
kinetic understanding more keen



than discourse no earthly ties
just snow and gravity and falling freely
down my own line my own tracks I leave in time…



The snow fell soft as candlelight, yet
clung to both the pine boughs
and my arms with a strength

greater than religion. Our limbs
weighed with the burden of growth
and the bread of our lives, we—




the tree and I—both reach to break
through the clouds and sip those stars
dry, to drink their champagne

essence, to feel their bubbles sing down
our throats. Yet we bend in the slow
methodical struggle of opposing forces:

gravity and weightlessness, adventure
and comfort, effort and repose, confusion
and clarity. I weighed the

security of 23 familiar years and a heart’s
compulsion to move on. In that snowy
moment the algebra of intention

and instinct merged, complexity melted
into a decision of crystal purity:
A new home. A new life.




It was time to find it.




Stars now sunken and rains retreated, dawn
breaks in swords crashing through old oak
trees. Through this screened window faint

sounds echo of the night’s torrent. This last
cold morning out East hits like ice in warm
soda. I drink its effervescence and toast

it goodbye, the soft amorphous
layers beyond the raised window
bleed like open wounds

coloring themselves another shade.



Edited by Tyrone Shoelaces - 11/29/11 at 11:54am
post #17 of 20

Compared to Tyrone Shoelaces, I can positively say that I have yet to make a turn (figuratively speaking). redface.gif

post #18 of 20

I have a hard time recalling specific turns as well.  It seems that if I tried to describe them, it turns into another episode of "the best run ever".


I can remember the feeling I had the first time I turned 3 times in the air (1080).  That was a fun turn 3-some.


The first 360 was the first time I remember turning around all the way and kept going.


I remember when I turned a 720 into a cork 720 the first time and figured out how to keep it that way.


But one of my all time favorite turns in all of skiing that i've done many times....is at Silver Mountain...riding full speed ahead down Silverbelt backwards, and arcing all the way across the run onto backtrack (enroute to the park of course).  For some reason I just love doing that switch.

post #19 of 20

Best turn? The one that destroyed my knee and ended my season last year.

post #20 of 20

thanks, Ron, for those awesome pics. the poetry is also quite fine. classes the place up a little.

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