I lost a ski at Alta, 1990. I was doing laps on the Sugarloaf lift in a lot of falling snow, the morning before we flew out. Group of about 8 guys. I had taken the powder straps off the skis {dumb}. I threw the shoe, and like an idiot kept skiing on one ski, and came to a stop. No clue where the ski was. I was trailing the group at the time. I climbed, looked around, dug a bit. They looped back around, and I told them to keep skiing. Next lap a couple of guys joined in the search. Flew home with one ski. AND, three months later, I got a call from Alta. Ski found. No damage, other than some rust forming on the edges. Ski picked up by SLC friend, and mailed back to me. All good. 207cm Volkl Zebra's.
When I was about 8, old enough to ride the old single chair at Mansfield, I dropped a mitten in a snow storm. My mother gave me one of hers, and my dad and I skied down to retrieve mine while she grabbed a coffee, I presume in the Octagon. Looked for quite a while. No success. As we skied down, the wind had really picked up. Lift closed. We hung out in the base lodge. Mom arrived with a pair of gloves that a patrolman had lent her. I gave her her mittens, she returned the gloves to the patrol desk, with a $10 bill and note tucked inside {this was 1962}. And I got some new gloves. Much cooler than the mittens.
My son was on a trip to race in British Columbia. Pretty big group, 15 passenger rental van, driving from Alberta. Snowing hard. They had skis loaded in the van on the floor, and as many duffel bags as the could fit in it. All of my son's stuff was in the van. Probably five duffel bags on the roof, tied down to the rack. They stop for gas after a few hours on the road. Rack has ripped off the roof, and it and bags are GONE. They had heard banging, then it got quiet, and just kept driving…..assumed it was the wind, etc. Bags were never found. In those bags were a ton of stuff. The average guy had ALL of his clothes, including speed suits, protective gear, in some cases gloves, goggles, helmets…..the works. One guy had his boots packed in there. Rack was held on, it appeared, with aluminum sheet metal screws.
I also "lost" an evidently precious piece of clothing, by selling it on that other forum without checking with my now adult son. Check
@Bill Talbot's avatar pic. Yep. My son is on snow about 300 days a year, serious race coach. Two years ago he asked me if I still had the Degre 7 pullover that I used to wear when he learned to ski, as he'd really like it. We have a pic somewhere of us both in the starting gate in his first ever ski race, a parent child dual SL. He was four. I'm wearing that anorak. Would mean a lot to him, he told me. When I came clean, it didn't go so well. I had outgrown it. BTEW have since lost 50 lbs. Luckily he didn't know about the Moriarty hat that I had made to coordinate with it, which has also appeared in pics on here!. He's not the sentimental type. Oops! Now I know to check with he and his sister on everything. I almost died when I saw that pic! Epic{pun intended} Fail. I've told Bill that if he ever has a change of heart…….dial my number!
Have never lost gloves on the roof…..yet!