Good news guys, I'm going to be SNOWMOBILING my way to Olympic Glory this winter.

After some cut-throat "snow-machining" in the woods of New Hampshire at the Olympic pre-lims, looks like we'll be representing the U-S-of-A!

and by cut-throat, I mean doing donuts in a giant field and going super fast while power-laughing as we fly around the snow banks and cruise across the woods, past waterfalls that are frozen mid-flow. Then stopping for a photoshoot with our lumberjack guide, Rusty, and reminiscing about bear attacks and the perfect storm.

Best time ever. And it is called Sledventures! It's this old lodge run by former (or current... who really knows) members of the KGB, and is decorated with very large, furry bear skins that STILL HAVE THEIR HEADS, PAWS AND CLAWS!

There are a lot of weird winter sports that make no sense to me, but only because I have never tried them.  Such as:

* Snowshoeing
* Ice-Sculpting (non-chainsaw division. It exists!)
* Sasquatch wrestling (if you don't understand the danger in this, watch Harry and the Henderson and just imagine what it would be like if Harry was not friendly and so family-oriented.)
* Ice dancing
* Ice fishing
* Skeleton racing (not the kind that happens in graveyards after-hours)
* Curling
* Ice sailing (taking your sailboat over ice. Nice one.)