This is how I spent most of the trip, as you can tell by the sweat-soaked hair and dampened jacket. At one point I attempted to head back uphill, and couldn't make the climb. I ended up digging my "tails" into the snow, and that was it. We headed back to the car, only to find the lock frozen solid in ice. Luckily, there was a restroom that was used as a warming hut, so I never attained complete hypothermia, but it was a close call, as I was drenched. So endeth my cross-country skiing career. I've never been on a pair of skis since.