The Minnesota IBU Cup trials went well and I qualified to travel to Germany and compete in the IBU Cups in Altenberg. I am very excited for these races and to travel to Europe. Germany is a biathlete’s Mecca. Millions of Germans tune in to watch races live on TV and tens of thousands travel to watch the World Cups. In America, most people don’t know what the sport is. Traveling to Germany is exciting for another reason too; these IBU races will serve as the US Olympic Team trials. However, before boarding the plane on Dec 27, I got to go home for 3 and a half days to be with my family for Christmas.

Every Christmas Eve, our family follows a candlelit trail through the woods to a creche scene where we sing Christmas carols. My younger brother, Sten (right), loves this tradition and sets up the candles before dark.
On Christmas Day, I showed my family and friends my homemade biathlon range in the woods behind the house. It is a narrow 50 m long lane that weaves between trees and boulders. Glaciers sculpted our backyard into a steep hillside and left a generous deposit of giant boulders, which makes it difficult to find suitable terrain for a range. At one end sits a shooting platform leveled using woodchips. At the other end sits a target that my dad and Uncle Lester, a machinist, designed. I can even ski to the range, using old beat up “rock skis” on some logging trails that my dad grooms with his tractor.

Grandpa Harvey Robitaille tries shooting my rifle at the range on the hill. Uncle Tim and Moxie cheer him on. Photo: Stan Dunklee
The day after Christmas I skiied at my home trails in Craftsbury and tried out the Outdoor Center’s newly established range and biathlon trails. It’s wonderful to now have local facilities for training.

On the second day of Christmas... Driving home from practice in Craftsbury, I startled a flock of turkeys that flew into a tree.
For the most part traveling to Germany was uneventful. However, 40 minutes after we left the airport, the rental van started making funny noises and slowed to a crawl. We pulled over to the side of the Autobahn and discovered the air intake tubes had become disconnected. We taped them back together with electrical tape and duct tape, which worked great for about 200 meters. After two more unsuccessful tape jobs, we limped with hazard lights blinking to the next town, resigning ourselves to a exhausting afternoon. However, luck was with us and we happened upon a Ford service center (being good Americans, of course we were driving a Ford). Despite the business being closed, we found an employee and convinced him to sell us the part we needed. It only cost 2 Euro. Things could have been a lot worse.
I am now in Siegsdorf, Germany, where I will stay for the next week. We are training up the road in Ruhpolding, one of Germany’s most famous World Cup venues. Next week we will travel to Altenberg on the Czech border for the IBU Cup races.