I recall my epic day...Snowbasin, UT ..two years ago.
Puking snow, skiing with my two older boys and a vodka breathed local we just met on the gondi.
Asked the dude where the "goods" were. He said follow me....
Can't tell you where we were..I lost the rope enroute to where we were headed and had to wait for the next skiier wearing something dark to get back on track. When I met up with the other three, the local dude said they were gonna head for some gnarly chute but I could drop to the right and we'd all meet up below. I went first....5 seconds in, the sno left my skis.
I was seriously airborned for the longest in my 47 year ski career...landed it, made one turn and stopped.
When the others came back upon me my two sons said, "holy sh_t...we could see your black helmet drop straight down and we were waiting to hear the loudest f bomb you ever blasted out. I was laughing, stoked, and happy to be alive. Nothing has topped this since or even come close.