Thanks guys. Rocky the Flying Squirrel came to mind...but would have been more like Roadrunner's Coyote thumping after a long fall. Just scratches, no bruises. Guessing them baby scrub oaks got the worst of it. As Glen says, not the first time I've had my fall broken by brush...
And Glen, the lady with me blamed the Z Coils. She said every step I took along the row of rocks trying to get my balance the springs bounced me a bit higher until they finally launched me towards the abyss. What flying I did was steering into a "soft" landing...

I was most grateful my kilt wound up not answering "the question" for the bystanders...