I saw at least 4 people getting carted off the mountain today at Breck. It was amazing to see the people with less ability than I on stuff I wouldn't ride.

I actually don't have any problem with falling. I've come to accept it as part of the sport. Or I did anyway... I realized towards the end of the day today that I hadn't taken a fall all day (despite trying blue-blacks for the first time). I then started to ride pretty conservatively just to see if I could get through a day without eating it, and I did. Yay me!

On another note, you really haven't seen madness until you've skiied "4 o'clock" at Breck at 4 PM between x-mas and new year's.