One week, I skied so hard, my boots packed with ice. I was first, and I night skied. They packed, I was sooooo arrogant, I took my lunch and dinner and a six pack of Corona beer. Because I don't fall. Well, the packed snow in my boots killed me, not six bottles of glass in my clothing.
I spent a couple years with frost bite. Not to mention forgetting a bottle opener and whacking the beer cap on the chair. Just a few drops of blood on the skiers below. Nothing like red snow. LOL.
Sometimes, virtual reality is better.