Vischer Ferry Ski-O
We haven't had a lot of luck in putting
on our scheduled events for the ski-O season over the last few
years. Last year, in fact, we held none out of two. In January
this year, our first scheduled meet was at Blueberry Hill, in
the Pine Bush, but there was not a flake of snow to be found,
so we canceled once again. Finally, as the month wore on, the
weather seemed to change a bit, and some snow was produced. It
wasn't a lot, but at least the ground was white, and you could
think about skiing on it. Maybe we could hold the event after
all.
North of the Capital District, more
serious snow had arrived, and various other skiing events that
had been postponed were being rescheduled, which would have been
fine except they chose to reschedule them on the day chosen long
ago for our Ski-O. This resulted in many of the regular Ski-O
participants being unavailable due to Cross Country and/or Biathlon
conflicts, and also drove the Ski-O's Meet Director to ask if
I could do the Meet so he too could go to one of the conflicting
events. We thought about trying to re-schedule our meet, but it
was too late, and we didn't want to cancel it despite the limited
snow because local people badly needed an Empire State Games Qualifier.
So, I agreed to go ahead and do it.
By the time of my field checking the
course, the snow had been squashed by numerous snowmobiles, then
melted, then re-froze. This resulted in a surface more akin to
a hockey rink than a ski trail. I discovered that I really couldn't
ski on most of it, but it was such a flat area that you could
pretty rapidly "double pole" yourself around in the
snowmobile tracks. I used pretty much the same technique when
the day came and I hung the controls. By now my shoulders and
triceps knew that there was something different going on here,
which they weren't used to, but they didn't really rebel until
it came time to pick the flags up.
Meanwhile, a few lost Ski-O souls drifted
in to register and make their own best way around the course.
As the day wore on, the ice softened up a little bit, and actual
skiing became more possible. In fact, on the whole people's times
weren't too bad, though that's probably more a reflection of the
flatness than of the quality of the snow. Also several other desperate
skiers and a lot of dog walkers came by, some of whom seemed genuinely
interested in what orienteering was, and I did my best to convince
them to join us at some future event. Hey, you never know.
I think most of the participants ended
up glad they'd come, and I know several qualified for the Games
who otherwise might not have been able to, so the event has to
be counted a success. I was actually able to use my legs and ski
when I picked up the flags at the end of the afternoon, which
was nice too. Next year we've just got to be due for more snow!
But I said that last year too.