Essentially, I was riding faster than I should have on big, fluffy moguls when I got popped up backwards and downhill. I landed on my neck and head, watched my snowboard flip over me two times (enjoying the transition from blue sky to white snow as I flopped around) and somehow ended up standing on my board, albeit a bit disheveled. As far as I can tell I did no permanent damage, though I've had a strange craving for garlic pickles immediately following the spill.
Yes, I had a helmet on by the way, so my tender brain was only banged around within its own sebaceous fluids, not against the ground.
