highpeaksdrifter
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Warning: this is long even by rivercoil standards ;-)
I’ve never been a big air guy. When I was a kid there was no such thing as a terrain park. When we did build jumps the ski patrol would knock them down when they found them. I do like to get some air though, but big kickers intimidate me.
I like to enter open mogul competitions. They’re always fun and I like to compete. I think I’m a half way decent bump skier for a guy my age (53). I don’t travel around the Northeast entering them, but when Gore or Whiteface holds one I get in.
A lot of these competitions have a variety of kickers from small to large. At Gore it is optional to hit them or not and they don’t judge an air score, but I believe it helps your overall.
At Whiteface the freestyle team and coaches set up the course and jumps. In the past they have set up 3 kickers at the bottom; small, medium and large. The freestyle kids need the large one to do their inverts and such.
This past March they moved the course up the mountain and only put one kicker at the bottom. It was big, at least to me. If you came to the end of your run and skied around it you would look like a total wuss.
We had 2 hours for warm-ups and practice. The first time down I didn’t even ski the bumps, I just skied to a spot above the jump and stopped. I nervously went over it, didn’t make it to the run out and landed flat on the table, which hurt my back.
The next time down I skied the bumps, checked my speed toward the end, and went off the jump. I landed further down, my feet hit on the lip between the table and the run off.
My 3rd time down I was feeling better, skied at a moderate speed, went off the jump and almost made the run off completely, just catching my tails on the lip. That was it for practice.
It’s now time for the competition. It is a beautiful spring skiing day. Warm, sunny and soft bumps. Those in my crew who ski bumps where all entered and many of our friends who don’t where there to lend support and/or laugh at us if we screw up.
My 1st run I start off at a moderate speed, keep my line and rhythm all the way down, hit the jump and make the run off. I felt pretty good.
I go back up for my 2nd run. The sun is shinning, the music is blaring, the crowd has gotten bigger and I am pumped. I push hard from the start to get to the first bump as fast as I could, I’m flying down the run, from the waist down I feel like a water pump, extending and absorbing, I know it’s going great.
As the jump is looming in front of me, not only am I not nervous, I can’t wait to get to it. I barely touch the sides of the last few bumps to keep my speed up, when I get to the top of the kicker I bend and extend up. I got up pretty high and out so far I almost overshot the run off. I was real happy.
Later at the party on the deck, everyone was taking about the comp. and having a great old time, the end to a perfect day.
Now here’s the thing, that night I’m thinkin of how much fun it was getting up that high. I’m thinkin next year I’m going to do a twiss, twiss, split (I just did and old fashion, boring split this time.) I’m thinking I’m goin to hit the parks on a regular basis so I’m comfortable in the air all season and not have to put myself through what I did this time.
Sunday morning is a carbon copy of Saturday. The course and kicker are still set up so I go over intending to go off that kicker for practice. I get there, look down the course, see the jump and I feel nervous again. I decide I don’t really want to make myself do it again and just ski away.
The point I’m trying to get to at the end of this long winded rant is it’s amazing to me how I can go from wanting to get as much air as I can and less then 24 hours later I feel panic about it all over. Wierd how the mind works.
Comments, similar experiences, evaluations are all welcome.
I’ve never been a big air guy. When I was a kid there was no such thing as a terrain park. When we did build jumps the ski patrol would knock them down when they found them. I do like to get some air though, but big kickers intimidate me.
I like to enter open mogul competitions. They’re always fun and I like to compete. I think I’m a half way decent bump skier for a guy my age (53). I don’t travel around the Northeast entering them, but when Gore or Whiteface holds one I get in.
A lot of these competitions have a variety of kickers from small to large. At Gore it is optional to hit them or not and they don’t judge an air score, but I believe it helps your overall.
At Whiteface the freestyle team and coaches set up the course and jumps. In the past they have set up 3 kickers at the bottom; small, medium and large. The freestyle kids need the large one to do their inverts and such.
This past March they moved the course up the mountain and only put one kicker at the bottom. It was big, at least to me. If you came to the end of your run and skied around it you would look like a total wuss.
We had 2 hours for warm-ups and practice. The first time down I didn’t even ski the bumps, I just skied to a spot above the jump and stopped. I nervously went over it, didn’t make it to the run out and landed flat on the table, which hurt my back.
The next time down I skied the bumps, checked my speed toward the end, and went off the jump. I landed further down, my feet hit on the lip between the table and the run off.
My 3rd time down I was feeling better, skied at a moderate speed, went off the jump and almost made the run off completely, just catching my tails on the lip. That was it for practice.
It’s now time for the competition. It is a beautiful spring skiing day. Warm, sunny and soft bumps. Those in my crew who ski bumps where all entered and many of our friends who don’t where there to lend support and/or laugh at us if we screw up.
My 1st run I start off at a moderate speed, keep my line and rhythm all the way down, hit the jump and make the run off. I felt pretty good.
I go back up for my 2nd run. The sun is shinning, the music is blaring, the crowd has gotten bigger and I am pumped. I push hard from the start to get to the first bump as fast as I could, I’m flying down the run, from the waist down I feel like a water pump, extending and absorbing, I know it’s going great.
As the jump is looming in front of me, not only am I not nervous, I can’t wait to get to it. I barely touch the sides of the last few bumps to keep my speed up, when I get to the top of the kicker I bend and extend up. I got up pretty high and out so far I almost overshot the run off. I was real happy.
Later at the party on the deck, everyone was taking about the comp. and having a great old time, the end to a perfect day.
Now here’s the thing, that night I’m thinkin of how much fun it was getting up that high. I’m thinkin next year I’m going to do a twiss, twiss, split (I just did and old fashion, boring split this time.) I’m thinking I’m goin to hit the parks on a regular basis so I’m comfortable in the air all season and not have to put myself through what I did this time.
Sunday morning is a carbon copy of Saturday. The course and kicker are still set up so I go over intending to go off that kicker for practice. I get there, look down the course, see the jump and I feel nervous again. I decide I don’t really want to make myself do it again and just ski away.
The point I’m trying to get to at the end of this long winded rant is it’s amazing to me how I can go from wanting to get as much air as I can and less then 24 hours later I feel panic about it all over. Wierd how the mind works.
Comments, similar experiences, evaluations are all welcome.