We drove up to the mountain on Saturday and went skiing at Mountain High in Wrightwood, California. It was supposed to rain all weekend, but the sun came out on Saturday and it was beautiful weather, perfect for skiing/boarding. It had snowed the night before and the powder was awesome. J gave me a heart attack when he decided to attempt the terrain park on skis. He went up a huge ramp and got about 8 feet of air before he crash landed on the slope. From my angle he hit the ramp and then all we saw were skis going straight up to the sky and J was parallel to the ground. We (myself, Betsy and 5 other snowboarders) rushed down the mountain to see if he was alive. He was fine, he said he landed on his butt and was laughing so hard.
I started cursing him and telling him that he scared the crap out of me and he really could of hurt himself. My angle looked like he landed on his back and I thought he was seriously hurt. All the snowboarders were asking "Are you ok man? That looked bad." After, we recovered the skis and Jahon made two other skiers crash as they attempted to get the poles J dropped on the top of the ramp we continued skiing. I made J promise he wouldn't do anymore jumps unless he had a helmet.
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