The trick to this kind of
skiing is to «jog»
along, keeping the
center of gravity low, flinging out the sticks to the rear, and transferring your weight squarely from foot to foot and letting the
skis slide.
Still, even though I'm not an adrenaline junkie, I have found myself in some interesting predicaments: upside down in brambles after flipping over the handlebars
along a ridge trail on my mountain bike, thankful I didn't do anything more than scrape my arms and bruise my right buttock; crawling on the wet sand after a rogue wave sucked all the water backward from the beach and pounded me straight down on a shore break; lying in the midst of a steep run,
skis splayed, having fallen after an ill - advised aerial maneuver, ribs first, onto the
center of a mogul, unable to ascertain whether air would ever return to my lungs.