No, no. Don't fret. My ski hasn't broken in any way. I'm getting my ski fix not my ski fixed. Yesterday, after a restless night of sleep, I stummbled out of bed at 6 am. I got dressed and headed out the door to pick up my ski buddy, Mark. We headed into Provo Canyon and then into Vivian Park and were parked there by 7. We put on our gear and embarked on our hike into the unknown (ok, so he knew where he was going, but just to build the suspense). Two and a half hours later, and after Mark had to wait for his slow partner many times, we strapped the skis on in preparation to receive our payoff. With legs and lungs already burning, we made hundreds (more like tens) of untouched turns down the mountain through the trees back to the car. All in all, the long hike was worth the twenty minutes spent skiing down to get our fix.
Pictures of the expedition will be posted at a later date.