OK, I didn't do this on skis, but I did have ski boots on. Back, long ago in the 70s when I was on ski patrol at Stevens Pass I was hanging out in the patrol building after day shift and one of the guys asks if I want to go smoke a joint with him. We went outside, looked for a place that wasn't public and ended up on the snow bank right above US 2. It was dark and snowing hard. We were well into the stuff, and it must have been pretty good as we were entertained watching the cars drive by and into the parking lots, etc. Here comes a snow plow with the snow blower attachment spewing snow way into the air and adding to the bank! Wow, man, that was really far out! We sat there watching it and talking about it.
Suddenly we realized that the snow blower was on our side of the highway and we were sitting on top of the TALL snow bank created by said snow blowers. It was made of ice chunks, sand, and a lot of loose snow. The plow was approaching fast and was really close. We were about to be nailed by said ice chunks if we didn't skedaddle out of there; so there we were, trying to run in ski boots through soft, nearly bottomless garbage sinking up to our waist at times. It was like being in a really sloowww motion movie and we were giggling our heads off even though we were facing our possible mortality.
We made it, but just barely. Wow, man.