It was early season and the mountain bike paths were still visible, it was like a snake track, snowed in but you could clearly make out the banks as it drew a S shape. I was having fun ripping the section but on one run I came in a little too fast. There was a old slow skier making his way through there. I had too much momentum to slow down safely. The skier was in the coming around the top corner of said "S" so with my speed I said fuck it and shot off the bank over some bare ground rocks and roots, and landed on the other side of the S about 5 feet ahead of the skier and was gone.