When Things Don’t Click…and Then They Do!

The rain has done away with every last flake of snow in Midcoast Maine. This is tragic in terms of my ski plans, but a dream in terms of finding items lost in the snow on previous adventures.

I did a short, easy run on the Sewall Trail yesterday. About a quarter of a mile in, I ran through the familiar stone wall and stated, “the most logical place for the missing bail is right here.” I looked down and there it was! Oblivious to my previous, unsuccessful snow searches, the bail was right there in the middle of the trail sitting on a rock! The woodies are overjoyed and looking forward to hitting the snow again.

By the way, if you look up “ski bail” on the web, you do not find the anatomy of a ski binding; you do find an endless supply of serious ski tricks gone bad.