I did some biking and some skiing on what was a beautiful day, and also got the last snow shoveling done. A lot of melting was underway by mid-afternoon.
Skiing was better compared to yesterday but that's not saying much. Grooming--or should it be "grooming"?--left lots of deep death trenches where the snow buggy machine sank into the soft snow, and that was the way the trails were left. Perhaps the thought was it would make a good challenge for the brave and the fearless!
Ran afterwards on some very soft and uneven snow trails, but even so the running was tame compared to the skiing.
Nearby, recently, Steve Tarry recounted a US Long Champs held some years ago by SLOC. Maybe I missed it when I read what he wrote, but there was another part to the tale which made the whole thing even better(worse)--which is that whereas most of the competitors had no idea the courses had been forked, a few of the locals had inside knowledge and did know.
I have very vague memories of seeing other racers going to a different control(s) at my second control, and maybe it was trying to puzzle over that rather than concentrating on navigation that distracted me enough to make a mistake right out of that control. Or maybe not--it's far too vague to be sure that I'm remembering right.