Yes oh yes... I know FOR SURE, that there have been instances where riding on the chair lift is a bit sketchy. Sure, when you get to the top you are very pleased that the snow that's been dumping on you is there for your riding pleasure, but damn, that whole ride up approximately 100 feet off the ground with wind tearing at your soul was not fun. I wanna hear of your near death/death experiences from this contraption so often taken for granted that gets us to riders bliss. I'll start...
1997. Smuggler's Notch VT.
Was on a trip with my High School's snowboard club and day one was spent at Smug's. Bout 8am and we had gotten 2ft of fresh over night. Who knows where the bus dropped us off at, but it wasn't at the main lodge. We were all used to riding hills in south western New York, so the mountains of Vermont were something we never even thought existed. I do know that we were supposed to be there earlier, but our bus was stuck in the parking lot of the lodge we stayed at. Me (the pres of the club), the bus driver, and the wrecker driver stood there looking awfully confused on how we would dislodge the chartered bus from the frosty parking lot and onto the road. Who knows where we hired this driver from, but we obviously went the cheaper route... sucker came unstuck and along we went. Props to you homey!
In any case, we all got in line at the first chair we came to, which ended up being an old two person chair. Looked good enough and we could see up the mountain to where the line ended, or so we thought. Just like any other large mountain, it goes to where you can see, then twice as high as that. First part was fine and the second leg of the ride takes you easily 150ft up and over a giant rock face with a freakin' chain link fence at the top so no one tries to go over the edge to death. Wind's a rippin and snow's a blowin. I seriously thought we weren't gonna make it. The worst part was the kid that happened to get on the chair with me was experiencing snowboarding for the first time. He had always been a skier and sort of knew how to get off the lift on skis. Half way up he looks at me and says, "So, how do you get off the lift on a snowboard?" I knew we were doomed. Needless to say he was lost once we started to take the first runs.
The plus side of the whole thing was that once we got to the top, there was a ski patroller in front of us and we followed him to a run that was just being opened for the first time all year and he let us take the first runs. I had never been in that deep of pow before. I knew for sure when I caught my nose in and ended up head-first in about 5+ feet having to dig myself out.