busted!

this happened today:

i'm rounding the corner in line for the ski lift, happy that i've managed to make it through what i would call "pillows" of snow on the blue run.  and this woman points to the snow & asks if this piece of plastic in the snow is mine.

i barely turn around, assuming she couldn't be talking to me, & continue struggling to dig my pass out of my layers to show the guy.

but, oh my!  it was mine!  there, in the snow, lay the top part of my rear foot binding.  

damn.  thanks, i say & shuffle, in my still-awkward-snowboarder-on-flat shuffle, out of line.  and wait for greg to make his way down whatever path he has chosen.

he shows up & i wave the piece of binding.  he says, "you're done for the day!"

what!??!  i only made it one time & i was really looking forward to going down the as-of-yet out of my range west bowl!  

as he slides up to make new friends in line, i hoof it down the hill & to my car.

sad, sad, snow-filled day.

but its as if the gods knew my snowboarding day had gone up bust.  20 minutes after the busted binding, the chairs overheated & stalled for about an hour. 

and just now greg fixed the binding!  i'll be back in action tomorrow (hopefully the chairs will be, too)!