It was about 1995. My friend (call him Bill) and I had just started riding hardboots. We were at Big Sky, perfect weather and perfect snow, on the southern end of the resort, on a trail named Larkspur (?). Having a great time exploring our newly found carving skills. We were alone on the trail and it seemed the entire southern end.
With Bill 20 feet in front of me, we blasted down the edge of the slope and onto the newly groomed trail under the lift. About 25 feet from the lift, he pulled this beautiful layed-out toe-edge turn and ended with his body prone on the snow, facing up the mountain. Considering we had just started carving it was one the prettiest turns I had seen.
Before I had gotten close enough to match his turn, a big guy on skis went screaming past my right shoulder. Without slowing down this skier ran into Bill right at the knees. His skis sliding underneath Bill's legs and Bill's front knee stopping both of the skiers boots. The skier's skis and boots stopped but his bindings opened and he launched over Bill like Superman. Unfortunately for the skier, his bindings hadn't released fast enough. He broke both legs where his shins met the boots. Bill laid on the ground for a few minutes and didn't move. I tried to make him as comfortable as I could while he regained his senses. He started to move and eventually accepted a ride back to the Ski Patrol station. He was walking reasonably well and didn't want to go to the hospital so we ended up back at the condo.
Once we got back, he pulled up his bibs so I could look at this knee. I couldn't believe how swollen it was. There were two large knots above his knee cap where his quad muscle attached. I told him it didn't look good and that we should go to the hospital NOW! Bill looked down at his leg and said that was the way they always looked. Turns out the years of lacrosse had created a pair Frankenstein legs, there were muscles in places that I didn't know you could have muscles.
I guess it payed to be in second place on that run, had the skier hit me, he would have cut me in two. Shortly after that I started to wear a helmet.
Chris K.