I could talk about how amazing Jay & Miriam were at all things wintery and snowy but I won't.
Instead, I will describe this morning:
Di, Jay & Miriam happily doing lots of snowy things heading slowly up the Ciste Gully, and her numerous tributaries, minding their own business.
Lone skier comes swishing down the West Wall - *nice*.
A few minutes later, 3 skiers also start to come down the Ciste Gully.
One skier traverses hard off left onto West Wall, slowly comes to a stop. Falls over, one ski detaches and skates down the slope. Skier decides to follow, on arse, out of control - *not nice*. Skier stops just above rocks - *nice*.
2 remaining skiers stay in Ciste Gully. One removes skis and decides safest way is to bum slide Ciste Gully - *not very flattering but probably the best place for them*.
Skier on West Wall decides to crawl back up to regain ski which is half way up slope - *on knees - classy* and finally regains ski.
Meanwhile, the other 2 skiers have completely left the scene and are heading back into the ski resort with tails between legs.
Di: *bugger* better go and help. Make way up to stranded skier.
Di: "did the ski patrol not have a sign up saying closed?"
Skier: "we followed a skier down"
Di: "Oh, the skier that could ski you mean?"
No drama. Take skis, give clear and concise instructions and remain out of fall line.
We've all been there - made similar mistakes and ate humble pie. Just a shame that somebody witnessed the whole thing :)