Big news: skijoring, my favorite sport-that’s-not-a-sport is campaigning to make a comeback as a demonstration sport for the next Winter Olympics.
In 2011, I came across skijoring at Quebec’s Winter Carnival. I watched transfixed as crazy Canadians skied over slopes from the back of galloping horses, again and again.
Skijoring can be found where winter really sucks: Canada, Russia, Norway, Montana. It’s been around for awhile (before 1928), but I have a feeling it’s the next hip sport, here to replace interpretive broom dancing, naked bike riding, and bike polo or whatever else we’ve got going on.
There aren’t many official rules. Hitch your cross country skis to something and go.
The unofficial skijoring list:
- a pack of giant schnauzers,
- a pick-up truck,
- a snowmobile,
- a well-trained Yeti,
- a comet (also known as spacejoring),
- one-thousand running lemmings (turns quickly into cliff diving),
- a Yak (that’s real),
- a trolly (SanFranjoring)
- a swordfish
- a pair of eager-to-please llamas
- Poseidon, the God of the Sea (Seajoring)
What’s your favorite winter-sport-that’s-not-a sport? Comment below!
Ps. I extended the giveaway! You can still comment on this post for a chance to win Alena Dillon’s very fun book I Thought We Agreed To Pee In The Ocean. Will be announcing/contacting the winner on Tuesday.
February 8, 2014 at 7:36 pm
San FranJoring…… Ha! HA! hA! tooo funny
February 13, 2014 at 6:24 pm
Thanks for the comment. I thought it was one of the better ones too.
February 10, 2014 at 5:58 am
I had no idea….
We used to go bumper-hitching. You hang onto a rear bumper, squat down on an icy road and the driver lets ‘er rip. You ruin more boots and frontal lobes that way.
February 13, 2014 at 6:32 pm
Yeah. We Chicagoans call it skeetching and my brother once skeetched on the back of the school bus.
I have a funny story about a type of joring-bumper hitching. I was all set to try it waay back in Iowa City, 2002? College… We tied an innertube to the back of a pick up truck. The Husband (then the Boyfriend) went first, hit a shard of metal that ripped his boot right off his foot.
When it was my turn, I declined, even though I had sipped some courage-enhancing Peppermint Schnapps.
February 13, 2014 at 7:11 pm
At least that was all it ripped off or he might have been boyfriend now eunuch.