Stevens Pass way way back 1957?, I'm 5 maybe 6. Spring conditions. Dad says ski down the bunny hill and wait where it meets back up with a more advanced trail. Dad wanted to make some turns. I got there and got bored waiting, Dad ate it. So ski down the trail some more, There are poles set up, very cool, I will race
It was not a race, they were warning poles, it was a creek. I augured in over the tips, no binding release (these were the days of bear trap bindings and cables, there was no release). I am a little kid suspended by tips and tails over an open creek, nothing else is touching snow or water. It must have looked like a cartoon. A man sees this all happen and skis up to me; "can I help you young man?".
Me being trusting soul, "no thank you sir, my Dad will be along soon". Man stayed with me , and Dad was along soon. Dad was laughing too hard to be mad at me, and all ended well, and it became part of family lore.
Thank you nice man, I have tried to pay it forward.