I was pretty nervous because this was my first comp, I was alone, and I had no idea what to expect. After registration, I went up the gondola and over to what I thought was going to be the venue (they had two possible Day 1 venues). I took a few runs over there and realized it was kinda weird that nobody was around, haha. Finally, I found the correct venue and it was much better than what I was looking at earlier.
The snow was a variable mix between ice, moguls, and about 2 inches of soft stuff (if you were lucky). I started to wonder how I would ever choose my line, and I spent about 3 hours over there going over different options. At around 1:30 I found a nice hit that got me really pumped. It was a technical, ski width wide approach to a 35 ft cliff (I would take it to at least 55 ft).
That night I went over my line again and again. Go from the flag and rip over two little spines making nice, quick turns; then maneuver onto the cliff and send a slow backflip; then go fast through some trees and into the finish. I had it in my mind, I just needed to keep calm and remember... "Full Wingspan."
I nailed my run and was really happy with myself. I didn't even care if I got into finals because I really didn't expect that; being my first competition and all. Turns out, I ended up in 1st place that day. I was so stoked.
The picture above shows the Day 2 venue, Silver King. I picked out an awesome line and was pretty happy about it. I was going to go down the narrow chute to lookers left and send it over three cliffs with no tricks; just ski fast, go big, and make it look fun! Unfortunately, I got freaked out by all the flips and spins people were throwing and I thought I should change my run to stay in 1st place; bad idea. I changed my line as I hiked up, rookie mistake. I was going to throw a 360 and a backflip; I wanted to do something really entertaining. But then I thought maybe I should go back to the original plan. My head was all over the place.
I dropped in and just went blank, what was I doing out here?! I skied the little chute and hit one 25 footer and had no idea where to go. I just skied down from there. Needless to say, I was bummed. I was the last one to ski that day and everyone was still so excited and supportive. We all shredded down the mountain in a big mob.
I ended up in 7th place overall and I am still kicking myself for blowing it, but what really matters is that I had one of the best times skiing in my entire life.
Going to this competition, I wasn't sure about the whole thing. But by the end of it all, I am itching to get to another one. The ridiculously talented and genuinely nice athletes are what makes these things fun. I met some amazing people this week and I can't wait to shred with them again.
That is what the FWQ is all about: skiing fun mountains with the best of friends, going big, and making incredible memories.
Here are the final Men's and Women's Results:
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