My Camera is Evil, But I'm Alive

For those of you who know the sad story of how my camera got dropped on it's lens the first day I had it causing $150 in damage this will sound unfortunately familer. But with a happier ending.
So, it snowed today, which the slopes desperately needed but which also caused almost white out conditions at the top of the mountain. Now picture me on a snowboard, which is odd because I don't snowboard for very good reason, I'm bad at it. After a few landings on my rear I had a nice slam onto the icy run but first followed by my head at full speed. I was done snowboarding and decided to walk the rest of the way down. Here is where it gets good, I decide to take a "short cut" down a powdery slope using the board as a sled. This is probably the only place here that has 2-3 ft of powder and I end up struggling my way down but make it in one piece. At this point I realize that I have lost my camera and Rachelle's goggles, which were attached to the camera, somewhere in the powder. I started crying, cause it took me 15-20 minutes just to get down that thing. I realize that my current best option is to get down to the bottom, get my skis back and come down the slope in them. Unfortunetaly by the time I get back to the top of the lift I cam barely see and going down the slope is not an option. So I ski down to where I came out, remove the skis and start climbing up. I must have climbed for at least half an hour and I almost gave up hope. I decide to get up to the next ridge so I can see farther and if I don't see anything just give up. I was extatic when I saw the goggles, and thus my camera at about 20 ft further on. I am so tired but I have my camera and it works and I am going to sleep good on the train to Paris.
I'm gonna go take some advil now so see ya'll on the flipside.