Here I am skiing near the beginning of doing the Silver Courier du Bois. I look a little tired here, but I’m pretty sure this is the near the first or second feeding station on the first day, so I’m not sure why. Maybe I was just cold? At various points along the way, they made large marks on your bib, such as when you got your pack weighed or when you finished a day. Maybe an efficient system for preventing cheaters, but it sure ruined your bib as a souvenir. But that’s how I know that this was early the first day – no marks.
I already wrote about my memories of the CSM. You can re-read them here.
(This is first of a new series: my mom sent me a bunch of my old pictures for Christmas and I’m in the process of scanning them and uploading them.)
In 1980, I was doing most of my training on road skis because my knees were already hurting. The Southern Ontario Ski Division had their first ever road ski race, and I figured I had an edge on the guys who were normally better than me on the snow because they probably trained mostly on foot. So I lined up on the front row beside guys I knew were way better than me on skis. Well, it turned out that they were still way better than me on road skis, so I quickly ended up in the back of the pack. But at least I was near enough the front of the pack in the first lap to get my picture on the front cover of the first (and probably last) issue of “Track”, the newsletter of the Southern Ontario Ski Division.
In case you can’t figure out which young fit hirsute guy is hiding inside my current old bald and obese shell, I’m the one wearing bib number 532.
Thanks to Elizabeth for forwarding me this extremely interesting discussion of the Floyd Landis case: Editors’ Blog (EnvironmentalChemistry.com): Floyd Landis verdict update: still waiting and waiting and waiting…
There is some very interesting information in the links in the article, and in the discussion on the post itself.