The Curse of the Broken Pole

For the second time this winter I have broken my ski pole. This seems rather extraordinary because I had managed to go 25 straight years without ever breaking a pole. I will admit, the first break may have been my own fault. I was skiing with Lisa and my sister, Kirsten, when I saw a nice pine tree piled with snow. I immediately reverted back to the age of 10 and smacked it with my pole right as Kirsten was making her way underneath. In an ideal world, this would have sent buckets of snow cascading onto her head. Unfortunately, that didn't happen and about 1/2 a kilometer later, my pole spontaneously broke in two.

Yesterday, on a ski out to Lower Valley with Beth, I was climbing a hill when my back-up pole busted right through the middle. Not an ideal situation, considering we were at kilometer two of a ten kilometer ski, but even more annoying considering I don't have a back-up, back-up pole to get me throught the season. This time, I did nothing to instigate a sudden breakage, in fact I have absolutely no idea why it would randomly break. I'm going out today with borrowed poles and hope that I have a break-free ski.

Sierra posted this on Feb 03, 2007 from the outside | | permanent link