All looked good, though. The DIN was set to my preferred 8 and the forward pressure was keeping my boots clamped to the skis—at least while standing and skiing easily. Let’s go skiing. Time is a-wasting.
On our very first run, I hockey-stopped sharply at a cat-track to wait for a member of our group. And pre-released out of both bindings. I immediately knew something was wrong. The binding forward pressure was obviously off and I would have to stop at a tool bench to make an adjustment when we got down to the lift terminal, about 600 vertical feet below. I never made it there.