Skimo Ain’t Uphilling: Bike Trails, Cat Roads, and Mountains

Yesterday morning I found myself out of breath heading uphill with 65mm race skis on my feet, head-to-toe in Crazy Idea clothes, nordic poles in hand, and a soft flask of water stuffed in my shirt. I was in Girdwood, Alaska, 40 minutes south of my home town, Anchorage. I picked up about just over…

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