AND way off-topic, but you might enjoy …
A fellow named Dan he went skiis-y
T’was easy and breezy and tree-sey
He came to a cliff
And turned, with a sniff
Another way down if you please-y!
Some context - I was pursuing powder through the trees and came to an untracked stretch I just couldn’t resist. I should have known there was good reason the locals hadn’t beaten me to it! 
ETA an alternate Limerick 
Despite all my skiing proclav’ty
To ski down that powdery cavity
I don’t have the spiff
To jump off yon cliff
It seems I’m allergic to grav’ty!
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Welcome back! By all means, drop in again when you get the chance. (And your alternative view is exactly what I was hoping for when I started this thread. Sounds interesting.)
And even if something has timed out, you can always message me (or any other moderator) and we will either re-open a thread or come up with a good way to re-launch the topic.
And by the way, yours is probably among my favorite all-time user-descriptions. Friendly Mohawked YEC is one powerful word-picture! I like it.
Yikes! What an . . . alarming visual journey your photos provide.
I was thinking you were leading up to a Wile E. Coyote conclusion.
Next time I hope you will buy your powder in a back alley somewhere where conditions are far less hazardous. (Or perhaps not less hazardous. Different kinds of risks in each context.)
In my younger days I might have skied a few small cliffs, but this one is a monster. AND there isn’t much snowpack, so there is zero chance of a soft landing.
Here’s another view is looking up at the cliff from the chairlift, though I’m not sure it’s looking up at exactly the same spot.
And then for my wife’s birthday we went for a balloon ride.
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You sound like a candidate for parasailing with skis. (Or is it paraskiing with sails?)
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