Probably when i was in Canada skiing with my dad last year. We followed two guys who were clearly better than ourselves off piste past a part where it said 'hazardous cliff edge' we decided not to follow them down a very thin part that was about vertical because they were having difficulties
Instead we walked a bit around the mountain then looked over the edge. Not good! a sheer drop and lots of nice rocks. We took skiis off started climbing back up and around where we came from, me following my dad. It was very steep though and my dad slipped and went skidding down the mountain. He picked up speed and turned around going down head first on his back. He screamed "Help" which i dont think ive ever heard him say in that tone, also which I dont think ill every forget either.
He managed to stop by wacking his boots into the ground before the drop and falling probably 200feet or so down rocks!
I slipped aswell but stayed on my ass and dug my boots in before picking up momentum. We both eventually got back around the right side to where I took this pick (we were on the other side about where that arrow is)
Didnt want it to put us off though and we carried on doing black, double black runs and off piste. Whistler/Blackcomb mountains are un-forgiving!
*just to clarify, my scariest moment was hearing my dad scream for help, although i was scared myself and have been a lot of times. It was just worse hearing my dad
Instead we walked a bit around the mountain then looked over the edge. Not good! a sheer drop and lots of nice rocks. We took skiis off started climbing back up and around where we came from, me following my dad. It was very steep though and my dad slipped and went skidding down the mountain. He picked up speed and turned around going down head first on his back. He screamed "Help" which i dont think ive ever heard him say in that tone, also which I dont think ill every forget either.
He managed to stop by wacking his boots into the ground before the drop and falling probably 200feet or so down rocks!
I slipped aswell but stayed on my ass and dug my boots in before picking up momentum. We both eventually got back around the right side to where I took this pick (we were on the other side about where that arrow is)
Didnt want it to put us off though and we carried on doing black, double black runs and off piste. Whistler/Blackcomb mountains are un-forgiving!
*just to clarify, my scariest moment was hearing my dad scream for help, although i was scared myself and have been a lot of times. It was just worse hearing my dad
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