pAs absurdity goes, the American Birkie is a fine specimen. The race, while pleasant, is not as historic or familial as its Scandinavian counterpart. It isn’t as epic or fun as many other American ski races including but not limited to the Craftsbury Marathon, the Crested Butte Alley Loop, or California’s Great Race. What it does have is more than its share of crazy. Not the good kind of crazy, the kind that
