That Smug Winter Thing

There is no match in smugness to XC skiing. There's a very specific set of rules to the whole thing and I'm not too sure I meet any of these rules. The HC group of XC skiers, also known as norwads, smells the rule breakers from mils (no spelling error here, mil = 11 km) away and do not hesitate to give stink eyes to pariahs. One major mistake is to drive a vehicle other than Subaru or VW. It is also easier to become a mensa member than a norwad, but a good way to get accepted by the community is to use wooden skis, wear wool shirts, carry a backbag (Fjällräven gets extra points) or actually be a real norwegian.

Anyway, I headed into the norwad nest today for my first ski outing. It turns out that I didn't learn to ski over the summer this year either. It was quite a torture fest like the first time often is.

Hopefully the weather cooperates this winter.

Went out for a quick boot with little hoot too and she had learnt some skiing over the summer.

Someone Turned the Ski Season On

Now where can I find packed trails?

Rooster Ride

Since there was no racing this weekend, and I felt like I can delay my basement re-finishing project by at least another day, we went for a ride on Saturday. It was good times and I managed to show some of the Roosters some routes in the good end of town. There were some new trails, some abandoned plans due to absolutely brutal trails, some rednecks and some gunshots of course. I didn't take any photos because I was, you know, riding my bike for the most time. 

Mrs. Hoot was kind enough to cook some chili for our after ride gathering around a bonfire and that wrapped up a good day. 

Dave mentioned that we should do this more often and maybe without the beers after. That sounds awful lot like training, but I may be talked into silliness like that. Let's see what happens next weekend...