mollmeister
Angel Diva
I was very proud of the fact that I had NEVER clumsily dropped anything off the lift. . . Until last week at Vail. In the midst of powder dumping and wind blowing and very low visibility, I was helping my DH organize a couple things in his backpack and my POLE (jammed under my leg) fell down, down, down into a deep drift.
This was about 1/2 of the way up the Orient Express lift, so we memorized lift tower numbers (and then I had a wee meltdown) and then skied through the trees near the top and down the liftline (with one pole! In the deep, heavy-ish snow!) to find my pole. There was no way I was going to lose my beloved carbon composite Swix pole that I bought on a whim seven years ago and came to *adore.* No way!
Found it. But it was very embarrassing. (Although learning I could ski the deep stuff pretty well with a single pole was *interesting.*) I felt like a total tool.
What else has been dropped/lost? Please tell me it's not only me! I used to laugh at those lone gloves and lost goggles I would see from the chair. Not anymore.
This was about 1/2 of the way up the Orient Express lift, so we memorized lift tower numbers (and then I had a wee meltdown) and then skied through the trees near the top and down the liftline (with one pole! In the deep, heavy-ish snow!) to find my pole. There was no way I was going to lose my beloved carbon composite Swix pole that I bought on a whim seven years ago and came to *adore.* No way!
Found it. But it was very embarrassing. (Although learning I could ski the deep stuff pretty well with a single pole was *interesting.*) I felt like a total tool.
What else has been dropped/lost? Please tell me it's not only me! I used to laugh at those lone gloves and lost goggles I would see from the chair. Not anymore.