Back in the late 70s or early 80s, skiing in Sun Valley with my dad, we ran into Clint in the lift line.
He rode with us on the triple chair and was just a nice guy.
Thinking he was skiing alone, we invited him to tag along with us. Said he'd love to but he was actually meeting someone else.
Curious, we waited on top, and out of the summit lodge comes a woman who wasn't his wife, who proceeded to plant a kiss on him. It was Margot Kidder.
My dad says to me, "Maybe you ought to think about being an actor!"