http://www.xcmag.com/2015/11/falling-full-article-from-xc165/

Launch conditions had deteriorated. For some time it was blowing
down, steadily. I moved to the other side of the mountain, to launch from a
turn-around in the highway, but into the wind. Past the shallow highway was a
cliff. The exit past the cliff had obstacles: a tree on the left and a rock
outcropping on the right. The wind became light, perhaps 3km/h. I went for it,
got airborne, but missed the exit, hitting the tree on the left with my body,
past the edge of the cliff.

Falling. Just one thought in my mind: Not like this. The speed was terrifying,
the impacts brutal. The terrain was steep and despite the impacts I wasn’t
slowing. On the fourth impact I suddenly came to a stop – my glider grabbed a
small tree.

I was lying on my side. My helmet had released from my head. I listened as it
bounced, skipped, and spun down the mountain, until I could no longer hear it.
Dirt and gravel continued to slide past me as I lay on my side, struggling to
breathe. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing. Slowly, deliberately,
shallowly.