like JD one of my great crahes was at crystal. I live/grew up on the east coast but wen to college at Evergeen in WA. We used to ski Weds for $12 I think?? was about 8 years ago now so i forget. Anyway I beleive when you took the main chair to the top of the regular mountain, not the old double or whatever to the steep stuff, and worked your way right down the mountain there was a mini bowl of sorts, maybe 100 feet deep that you could go down or ski around to the left, either way it met up back on the same trail.
Well this was the 3rd or 4th trip of the year we made so it was a habbit to drop into the mini bowl with a little speed and get a fair amount of air but nothing scary as it wasn't too steep. Well this was the first run of the day and I decide to take the bowl full speed, of course it had rained and there was half the snow of last week and the bowl was much steeper because of it. So there I am, in the air expecting 20 feet of air time and I get a good 60 instead, I am pitched way forward and flapping my wings in hopes to not over rotate, alas I make contact finally, still to far forward and do a immediate frontal ejction to face plant and crack my googles around my face as I start to do my stiff legged cartwheels(this is my trademark to all big crashes, I've been told I look like a 2x4 sent end over end down the mountain) and then my low cost ski pants take over. I come from a long line of commercial fisherman, so I wore my rubberized bright orange canvas bibs as ski pants, and once you get them going you can really slide (I would do this on purpose after a liquid lunch, just sit on my butt, turn and pick up my skis and a$$ ski). So once the slide is over I finally get the wind back in my lunges and gatehr whats left of my stuff, being a hat and one non-broken pole. I told the kid I was with that is it. I did my best snow plow to the bottom, got my "guareenteed snow" refund and we drove home and I stopped twice to vomit due to the concussion I had, which I curred with more malted liquid.
More recently I was on a little NH mountain, Gunstock, and as I was heading back to the main lodge I decided to go down a beginners run,"Smith" as it is a straight shot to the lodge and I figured I lay some trenches as it's not too croweded so I go wizzing buy the 'beginners' and in order to pass a stopped ski lesson I pass them on a right forced to go where a snow gun is blowing snow, which would have been fine except the gun hadn't been moved in about 8 hours so there is this uber mound of snow I hit that is fresh and ungrommed and a little wet, I couldn't see it till it was too late so there I am joe-pro on the bunny hill going about a moderate 20mph when I bury my tips, do the frontal ejection, and admire the sound of silence as I sore through the air, looking at my ski-less boots, and await the return of earth. not real pain except for the ego, but to this day I treausre that feeling of unexpected flight prior to impact.