One of my favorite days of the trip out west was this random adventure in Ridgway, Colorado (I thought they misspelled their town name, too). I had never heard of Skijoring—a winter sport consisting of a skier tethered to a horseback rider, navigating flags and ramps, competing for the fastest time—but clearly I was in the minority, because it seemed this event was the place to be that Saturday morning in January. I definitely didn’t think I’d find myself being introduced to an old-fashioned European sport in the middle of the Rocky Mountains, but it definitely happened, complete with an American flag suspended from a helicopter!
After the festivities and the local beer tents, we headed to Ouray, CO (nicknamed “Little Switzerland,” which seemed appropriate given our day of pseudo-foreign sport-viewing) for some honey-drenched pizza. Since I’ve yet to visit Switzerland, I guess by the time I do, it’ll be “Big Ouray” to me? Is that how it works?