Randomness

I was away at the snow again for a day tripper on tuesday. My current skill level is up a couple notches since the start of the season which i’m really happy about. But there is something that happened to me while i was there which i will now tell in full detail.

As i was unloading off from a chair lift i used my right hand to push off from the seat and the guy sitting next to me placed his hand on the very same spot, holding down my glove. The result was that my right hand glove came loose and it fell back on to the chair lift which then proceeded back down the mountain. I took note of the chair lift number, quickly strapped in my bindings, tucked my bare naked right hand into my jacket sleeve, and raced down the mountain in hot pursuit hoping that the winds will blow it off the seat and into the snow below. Unfortunately i lost visual contact of chair lift number 5 as it went over the out of bounds area so i went racing down the mountain at top speed hoping that i’ll be able to beat it to the bottom of the loading zone in the hope that my glove will still be sitting on the seat by the time it had reached the bottom.

I had never gone so desperately fast in my entire experience. When i got to the lifts, i told the liftie what had happened and held out my freezing cold hand and he seemed to understand the gesture that i had given him, a missing glove. The liftie and I waited and waited until finally number 5 came around, though my glove was no where to be seen.

I went on riding for the next couple hours in total misery. I felt handi-capped, not being able to do up my bindings with my right hand and pushing myself off the snow wasn’t pleasant either. My hand was numb and in freezing pain for that amount of time and i had no hope of ever improving my day. It all went down hill, literally. At one point, the pain was so unbearable that i had to wear my remaining left glove on my right hand just to stay sane. I suppose i could have hired a glove but that seemed a bit silly since it was already mid afternoon and i couldn’t be bothered going through the trouble of getting down to the village. I was about to give up and call it a day after lunch when i decided to do a few more runs on little buller spur, where my troubles had all began.

After all that, can you imagine the total and utter amazement and greatful thankfulness i felt when i saw what had meet me at the bottom of the run hanging off the gate entrance. My little black glove! Someone had found it and passed it in to the liftie. To the person who found my glove, many thanks go out to you.

This might sound a bit airy, but it felt like a spiritual experience and that is was some sort of wake up message that was sent to me. It got me thinking, how badly i would miss someone if they were no longer around. You really don’t know what you’ve got until it is gone.

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