Many years ago, I saw my first telemark skier swishing down the slopes of Mt. Washington. It was a sight I've not forgotten: an older guy with a grey beard, a long red stocking cap, and knickerbockers; zooming past the great unwashed on their downhill skis.
Of course, that was back before telemarking was "cool": that was when it was arcane, perhaps even occult.
But I've finally decided I want to learn to telemark. Not because I want to hit the backcountry (although backcountry telemarking looks really cool), but because it seems like a really cool thing to be able to do.
So I've set a goal for myself. I've been losing weight and attempting to get more active in preparation for leaving Get-in-the-SUV-to-Cross-the-Parking-Lot Land. So I've added a measurable objective: when we settle in Up North, I intend to learn to telemark.
Maybe I'll eventually hit the backcountry, but even if all I ever do is swish down the ski runs with one heel up, I'll be happy.
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Nothing I wear is "little". Hence the weight-loss attempt.
Now THAT'S what I call a vacation.
And can I just say, if you learn to telemark first, then go backcountry for a week with no chair lift? the weight loss will naturally follow. Jeez, did you see those dudes slogging up Rogers' Pass?
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