Just as I came to the end of the trail I, a woman asked if I could help her. She couldn’t get one ski off. I tried to release the binding but it wouldn’t budge. The woman then said to me, ‘That’s OK. Thanks for trying.’ I said, ‘What! I’m not giving up. It’s not as if you can drive home like this.’
I figured that maybe the inside of the binding has iced up. So I filled up my water bottle with hot water from the chalet, poured it over the binding, and luckily it released immediately.
Still, I have this picture in my head of a car driving down the highway with a foot and a ski sticking out the window 🙂