I had tired of carrying my snowshoes strapped to the side of my pack, making me stick in doorways and tearing at passers-by with their zig-zag metal claws. Gone are the days where such things looked like tennis racquets, by the way. Mine are a little bit like very broad, short skis, with a jointed footpad and stainless steel teeth on the bottom.
Unfortunately, they are longer than most, at about 35”, so when I went into the shop to try and get a carry bag for them, none of the usual totes seemed quite big enough. The two blokes in the shop conferred in Norwegian for a moment.
‘I think I have something that might fit’, said one of them. He grinned. ‘It is for a shotgun.’
I wondered what they would make of that in the airport.