Distracted in awe of Whistler's beautiful scenery, I suddenly realized that I only had one pole as I was about to get off Crystal Chair. Most of the lift line goes over rugged, wooded terrain, so my chances of finding the ski pole I somehow dropped were slim. Nevertheless, I spent about an hour trying to locate my pole, but eventually just ended up buying new poles.
That's how I ended up with a single pole, with no use to it.
Rather than throwing it out, I decided to upcycle it and make a wind chime.