After parking my skis at the base of Chair Pk., I looked up at the little snow gullies running up the s. shoulder, half wishing I had an ice axe, when the glint suddenly caught my eye -- an axe laying flat in the snow.
Describe the ice axe (color, make, approx. length, leash), and it's yours. Next time, I'm going to hike up and wish for a new pair of skis.