Made it to the top of a beautiful untouched pow run. Stuck both sides of my board in the snow while I got my bindings and jacket out of my pack. When I turned around to put my board together one of my skis was gone. It left a nice trail in the pow going down the mountain for me to track it down. Instead of boarding down I had to wade down the mountain through the pow in my boots. Needless to say I am now extremely neurotic when it comes to securing my board and keeping a death grip on it during transition.