This ski season I have had an upgrade. My last ski jacket was purchased thirteen years ago, which made me only slightly more current fashion-wise than this lady.
I love how warm my new jacket is. I suspect my old one had lost some of its filling over the years. (It has now been demoted to a dog walking jacket.)
|In case you're wondering, no, I did not do the double black diamond run!|
I am so up-to-date my new jacket even has a pocket for my iPhone. I slipped my phone into the special pocket and actually remembered to pull it out and use it quite a few times during the day. Unfortunately, this led to The Incident.
We inadvertently ended up at the Burfield chairlift. This is the old chair up at Sun Peaks. It is a long way from the other lifts, and once you find yourself over there the only way back to the main area is to go up and ski down. It is extremely slow. So slow it takes about twenty minutes to get to the top of the mountain. And when I say the top of the mountain I am not exaggerating.
About halfway up the lift I couldn't resist taking my phone out to take some pictures. I laughed and said to Mary Anne that if one of my kids took their phone out of their pocket going up a lift and consequently dropped it my response would be, "What on earth were you thinking?" Because, let's face it, it's all kinds of stupid to take the risk. If that phone gets dropped there is no way you would ever find it again. At least not until the snow melts.
Being a mature, responsible adult I held onto that iPhone like my life depended on it. I didn't let my attention wander for a second while I had it out. As I slipped it safely back into my pocket I congratulated myself on its safe return, then reached down to grab my mittens to put on my rather cold hands.
I looked. Then I looked harder. (Have you ever done that when you can't believe what you are seeing?) There was only one mitten in my lap. I whipped my head around and looked behind me. There, rapidly disappearing in the distance was my other mitten. Then I looked ahead. We still had another ten minutes to go until we got to the top.
Did I mention the fact this chair takes you to the very top of the mountain? Just in case you didn't believe me.
It gets worse. The run we needed to take to get back to the main ski area is called Five Mile. Oddly enough, it got that name because it is five miles long. I would just like to say a couple of things. The first is, it is a really good thing I am a good sport. The second is, thankfully it wasn't a bitterly cold day. It was just regular "middle of January in Canada at the top of a mountain" kind of cold. The third is I parented five children, and old habits die hard. That meant I had slipped a spare pair of mittens into my backpack. (This would have been a better thing if my backpack wasn't five cold miles away.) And finally, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation you need to know the hand dryers in the bathroom are excellent for thawing out frozen limbs.
My mittens have been replaced and next time I will not be taking them off while I am on a chairlift. Maybe there is, after all, a cure for stupidity.