At Loveland at the top of the ridge in a total whiteout I was slowly traversing over to a bowl and completely lost it. I dropped off the groomer track where I thought was the bowl and tried to stop to get a sense of direction. Looking down the ground was moving, I was completely terrified. After about twenty or so seconds of this I realized I was actually slowly moving backwards and dug my edges in to stop. Then the dizziness struck me and I barfed up breakfast right there (total, bannana, and coffee in case you were wondering). To make matters worse the stiff wind blew my total/bannana chunks all over my ski pants and skis-gross.
After about 5-10 min. mother nature cut me just enough slack to pick a line down patrol bowl. It's pretty stange skiing down beautiful, deep, light untracked powder while still very queasy. Must be similar to having sex while on your deathbed. Minutes after that they closed the entire ridge down (I suspected they would all along, hence why I was up there in the first place). I skied to the car, ate some triscuits and cheese, and stayed in the trees for the rest of the day.
Useless post-just felt like sharing.