Yesterday we did a bit of classic skiing for a change from skate skiing. (Classic is where you mostly keep your skis parallel when you move. It’s also known as cross-country.) Because classic is less arduous than skate, we went further and had more adventures.
Here, for your pleasure, is a brief recap.
Susan and James set out a’skiing. Spirits are high.
J: This is fun!
S: And easier than skate skiing!
They head down a trail. Quite a few downhill skiers are also on the trail.
S: Are you sure this is the trail?
J: It says so on the map.
S: Jesus! What was that?
J: Snowboarder. Look out! There’s another one!
Snowboarder in checked suit does wild, twisting leap over Susan and James’ head, almost lands on them.
S: Good god! We’re on a… a… freestyle trail or something.
J: [Consults map.] It says this is a “mixed use” trail.
S: That should mean dogs and snowmobiles and snowshoers. Not snowboards.
J: LOOK OUT!
A raging river of skiiers and boarders heads heads toward them at speeds of up to 100 km per hour. Some skiiers barely miss them. A just-learning-to-snowboard-type knocks Susan into the side of the trail.
J: Are you okay?
S: No. Can you get us off this trail?
J: [Consults map.] It says here, we should keep following Death Trap Trail until we reach Thrashed Knee Pass. Then we climb for 2 km up Having a Stroke Way. Go left where Busted Head meets Never Walk Again. Then we’ll reach the nordic system of trails.
At this point, Susan leaps into a ravine and is never seen from again. Okay, that’s not true. But I was tempted. The entire day was like that. We skiied relaxing cross country trail and then encountered total head-on terror on veritable snow superhighways full of boarders and skiiers.
There was one highlight on one of those scary stretches. We saw a tiny weasel-like creature diving in and out of holes in the snow. A thin white whisper of a thing, it was about as long as my hand and wrist and had a black-tipped tail. It flitted across the trail several times, avoiding skiiers and snowboarders. It was so fascinating that it even got me to stop swearing for a minute or two. That, my friends, is the spirit of Christmas.
You can put that in your blog, as James would say.