Suppose it all matters on the situation. The most "intense" run I've ever taken was Lookout at Stowe. The Lookout Double was running because Four Runner was on wind hold. Every chair was filled. I popped around the snow fence at the top and, on cue, the double slowly stopped for some reason. I stood at the top of the run and looked down at the thinly covered gnarl ahead of me. The Lookout Double chairs are damn low and the people riding it were just above my head. Every eyeball felt like it was on me because, of course, I was the only guy on the trail at the time. A bearded dude looked over and made eye contact.
"You just gonna stand there? C'mon man, send it!"
He started banging his poles together and I swear half the lift joined in. What else could I do?
I went full send. I skied with grace, with power, I soared with the eagles!
Over the cliff.
Anybody remember the Agony of Defeat ski crash from Wide World of Sports? Amateur. I still don't know which ended up more injured, my knees or my ego. The intensity brought by an audience is unmistakable. At least when I rip Goat or Paradise, there's usually no one around to hear me scream.
All I can say is a deadly fall or avalanche delivers but a single, honorable end. The humiliation of the overconfident send brings with it a thousand deaths with every trip to the bar...