A skier knew that had messed up big time when they unknowingly jumped over a huge crevice during their descent down a mountain in Washington, US.

The filmer told Newsflare: "On July 20, while I was heading up the Squak Glacier on Mount Baker at dawn, I noticed a line passing over a couple snow bridges meeting back up with the bootpack. I took a mental note of it and took a long hard look at the terrain as I slogged up the glacier. I also noticed that the crevasses around the snow bridges weren't the giant ones that could swallow a house, like the ones on Easton Glacier or Coleman-Deming. There also seemed to be a nice little drop, but I decided to stick to the more conservative line.

"A few hours later, with the sun shining bright, I found myself skiing down the Roman Wall. I found confidence in my turns as the snow was in optimal corn condition. I followed my tracks back down and eventually found myself at the top of the line that I saw in the morning.

"I saw the first obvious snowbridge and made a wide turn around the toe. I then saw the second snowbridge, or so I thought (it was actually a couple meters further skier's right). The striped pattern in the snow caused an illusion, similar to a pack of zebras or WW2 warships, and my depth perception was deceived. As I approached the "bridge" something felt a bit off. I decided to scrub some speed coming into the next turn so that I could have more time to react if needed. However, I saw in my peripherals that a huge crack was starting to appear to my right. I knew that I had messed up, big time.

"At that moment, time slowed down and my mind became calm and focused. The gap appeared infront of me; I saw that I was going to make it and my legs knew what to do. My past two seasons at Whistler/Blackcomb consisted of finding things to jump off of, so it became a reflex. I turned my skis downhill, got a little pop off the lip and tucked, and sent it over the abyss. As I flew over the crack I got a good look down to the bottom, it was a long way down.

"Fortunately I cleared the gap with about 2 feet to spare, but I was pretty bummed that I didn't stick the landing. I even thought about trying again, however I thought about the hike back up and decided to continue skiing down. I was a little rattled and stopped after 10 or so turns down the glacier. I had to yell at myself, 'DID YOU DIE?! NO! DON'T DO THAT S*** AGAIN, now get the hell off this mountain'. After that little outburst of emotion, I finished skiing down the glacier and got some epic summer corn turns."

On July 20th, while I was heading up the Squak Glacier on Mount Baker at dawn, I noticed a line passing over a couple snow bridges meeting back up with the bootpack. I took a mental note of it and took a long hard look at the terrain as I slogged up the glacier. I also noticed that the crevasses around the snow bridges weren't the giant ones that could swallow a house, like the ones on Easton Glacier or Coleman-Deming. There also seemed to be a nice little drop, but I decided to stick to the more conservative line.

A few hours later, with the sun shining bright, I found myself skiing down the Roman Wall. I found confidence in my turns as the snow was in optimal corn condition. I followed my tracks back down and eventually found myself at the top of the line that I saw in the morning.

I saw the first obvious snowbridge and made a wide turn around the toe. I then saw the second snowbridge, or so I thought (it was actually a couple meters further skier's right). The striped pattern in the snow caused an illusion, similar to a pack of zebras or WW2 warships, and my depth perception was deceived. As I approached the "bridge" something felt a bit off. I decided to scrub some speed coming into the next turn so that I could have more time to react if needed. However, I saw in my peripherals that a huge crack was starting to appear to my right. I knew that I had messed up, big time.

At that moment, time slowed down and my mind became calm and focused. The gap appeared infront of me; I saw that I was going to make it and my legs knew what to do. My past two seasons at Whistler/Blackcomb consisted of finding things to jump off of, so it became a reflex. I turned my skis downhill, got a little pop off the lip and tucked, and sent it over the abyss. As I flew over the crack I got a good look down to the bottom, it was a long way down.

Fortunately I cleared the gap with about 2 feet to spare, but I was pretty bummed that I didn't stick the landing. I even thought about trying again, however I thought about the hike back up and decided to continue skiing down. I was a little rattled and stopped after 10 or so turns down the glacier. I had to yell at myself, "DID YOU DIE?! NO! DON'T DO THAT SHIT AGAIN, now get the hell off this mountain". After that little outburst of emotion, I finished skiing down the glacier and got some epic summer corn turns.

Unplanned crevasse gap on Mount Baker's Squak Glacier while exploring a risky line.