I popped my last Tamiflu, packed the car, and headed to Little Ski Hill for the second annual Little Skimo.
I was under no illusion as to my chances to improve on my DFL from the year before, not only because I'd spent the week battling the flu, but also because I don't "compete" in skimo. I don't have the right gear. I don't have the right competitive attitude. And I don't have the right fitness.
But I do love stepping into my old Shift bindings on my 108 Armada Tracers and walking leisurely uphill, transitioning slowly and skiing downhill. And I really like doing this with friends and like-minded individuals — which is what makes the Little Skimo special.
It's a melting pot of competitive skimo racers and relaxed, costumed backcountry skiers. The folks you'll bump into in wild, out-of-the-way places in the mountains surrounding town. It's my kind of crowd.
