Skiing at Mt. Lemmon yesterday was interesting. It obviously got warm the day before, groomed while slushy spring snow, then froze. No place for beginners on last century's rentals. I was on the chair and saw this teenage girl in a flying wedge straight lining down the hill. When I got off the chair I skied down to see what happened. Well, she either managed to stop or make the 90° right hander. She and the teen boy who was there were stopped on the next pitch. I skied past them approaching a left hand hairpin. Then she sailed past me straight into the brush at the turn. Skis off, poles dropped before she got there. Very fortunately the little trees were <1" in diameter and whippy. She ended up in a slow moving pile. Long story short, she had a small abrasion on her jaw and I managed to talk her into stopping at the patrol shack at the bottom. I also notified patrol she may need help making it the rest of the way down. I saw her in the parking lot later and she appeared ok.
Just a story of luck and inexperience. Not every crazed speed demon is doing it on purpose. Had the trees been larger it would have been awful.