The brainchild of a sadistic actuary, the Westonloppet was a mad distortion of cycling’s Hour Record. Skiers would race for TWO hours around 1.157 km loop. The skier covering the most distance quantified by lap count over that time period would be declared the winner.
To further complicate matters, it was a sunny day, with temperatures hovering around 31.5 degrees Fahrenheit, just cold enough for the snow guns to be blasting pappy, fondant granules of “snow” onto the course. In summary, it made for wet, slow snow that sucked at the skis.
The racers lined up–nearly 35 of them–which should have come as no small surprise because nordic Continue reading