I broke my neck on a fast twisty descent last October, just about a mile from my house. I was cleared to ride in early February. I knew I'd get back there eventually, but I've not been a hurry. Just two days ago I climbed up that butte for the first time, turned around, and rode down. Past the guardrail that ripped my leg open, past the place where I climbed back up from the ravine, past the place where I met my wife afterward for a trip to the hospital.
It was fine.