I skied down a double black once. It was really scary and I don't know what possessed me to do it. I guess I didn't want to be the one who chickened out. The hill was nice for a while, but then took a sharp drop and there were little hills all over. There were people who had crashed all over the place, and I had to dodge them all the way down. For some reason, for that one time I had superhuman agility. I was just determined not to wipe out.
It gets even scarier. The bottom of the hill wasn't even finished yet, I don't know if we were supposed to be on that hill either. You had to make a hairpin turn on to a fairly narrow path at the bottom of the hill to get back to the ski lift. This was my first ski trip too, so I wasn't very good at stopping or anything. I was flying down the hill, and I just knew I had to make the turn because if I didn't, I would have smashed right into a Jeep that was parked at the base of the hill, and would have at least hurt myself very badly if not worse. I must have been extremely focused because I made the turn, and was still flying once I reached the bottom of the hill. Either I got really lucky, or I just poured everything I had into surviving, because there was simply no other choice. It makes me wonder if it was one of those things where we can magically unlock extreme emergency abilities when we're in situations where we need to do more than we think we're capable of, in order to survive.
