As the boy gets better and better on his skis, we’ve been luring him out to cover longer distances.
He doesn’t always want to go skiing though (as evidenced here, as he hangs onto the Chariot for dear life, preventing it from escaping without him.
And I did some ski orienteering, with 3 days in a row of events. And then got a little sad when it was all over. Because there’s just something about looking for orange and white markers that seems to make every activity more fun.
I also managed to ski 1000km this season, a largely pointless goal with no photographic evidence. But on the plus side I may be a slightly better skier now.