This week I've reached a big landmark in my career as a skier-- I've finally come to love rollerskiing. I never expected this to happen. Rollerskiing's always just been a training tool to get me to where I want to be as a skier. I never went for a rollerski just because I wanted to rollerski. Then I showed up in West Yellowstone after putting my rollerskis away for the season and planning on not seeing them again until May and we went rollerskiing. And I liked it. I liked being out on a lonely country road skiing up the valley from point A to point B with no looping or doubling back. And as much as I hope that it will dump snow tonight, I'd be okay with going for a rollerski again tomorrow. It's not that I like skiing less, skiing is still by far the favorite, it's just that I finally appreciate rollerskiing for itself and not merely as a means to an end.