Originally Posted by Tyrone Shoelaces
As far as hucks, my largest was a few years ago at Kirkwood that was 120ft+, but that was more a circumstance of being in the right place at the right time...I don't actively go out looking to hit stuff like that all the time.
I think that's what skiing is... being in the right place at the right time to hit something special. (Only a few learn how to create those opportunities.)
There is a niche of lines that I can never look back at. I have this collection of lines I have skied that weren't viewable after the decent. I finished them knowing (as I passed around a corner, for example) that I'd never see it again. There is a side of me that loves to look back up at my line... but when you can't... that's special.
Dropping 100+ is the other end of the spectrum. It's not that you can't recall it by looking back and remembering... but it's that you never actually anticipated it until the opportunity simply presented itself. At that moment... you just kind of began twitching knowing what you have to do because it is so possible and you know that that opportunity isn't going to present itself at any other time soon. =)
What a grand world it would be if dropping 100+ers was something that would fade into a distant line in the bc that will never be viewable again.
Can you imagine being a skier at THAT level? Where you could just stumble across a line of that magnitude, ski it, then exit it knowing you'll never see it again?
Oh my lord...