Update on breaking in my Ski Marches: 6 BC outings in 12 days on trails in Fraser, CO. and Rocky Mtn Nat'l Park on snowshoe and skier-tracked trails. Each tour was between 2.5 and 3.5 hours long, between 8 and 13 k. Yes, the tour times included lunch, frequent adjustments to gear, clothing, nasal passage clearing (any excuse to bring my heart-rate down from the danger-zone), and yes, lots of water-gulping and pee-breaks. I've valiantly resisted the temptation to go back to my reliable super-comfy Arkos double-leathers while I work diligently (some would say 'heroically'!) at breaking in the Alico's. No visible abrasions yet, certainly no bleeding. I do have to work at getting the sock thickness and especially the lacing tightness just right to avoid discomfort in two spots, one on each foot. Didn't someone in here once advocate submerging both boots over their tops in an icy river and cheating death by hypothermia by somehow limping home again in said soaking boots either on or without skis (just toss the bastards!) to find that several days later said boots become soft and as submissive as pussy-cats? Did someone say that, really, and if so, is that someone still freely roaming around this sacred telemark site? Perhaps he'd care to step outside behind the shed, he, of course, in his frozen leather ski boots. He can face my lawyer who will, predictably, be shod in very lawyer-like warm dry moccasins. But I digress. The Ski Marches. And what a name! Conjures up the rag-tag remnants of an army retreating from Moscow on frostbitten toes and blisters the size of silver dollars. On my feet one potential sore spot, predictably, is where the leather creases during the kick movement. The other trouble spot is on the opposite appendage across the upper foot where the fourth and fifth eyelets are located. It's been a slow process, but I'm optimistic that the boots and I will eventually come to some sort of understanding. We might even have to agree to disagree. So far, though, I've been quite happy to pry them off my feet after modest 3-hour outings. As for my carving tele turns in them, er, um, not yet. Trails around here are consistently narrow. They resemble 2-foot-wide bob-sled passageways trampled down into deep unstable snowpack bordered on both sides by unforgiving lodgepole pines. I'll try the boots out for elegant turns when (if?) I encounter more open slopes with good powder-over-hard-base. Ah, those dreamlike forested backcountry tele descents! They remind me a lot of Hollywood car chases. You know how it always appears that everything falls conveniently, no, 'miraculously', into place as the good guy in his hot, fast, and very obedient car successfully negotiates fallen-down bridges, flower pots that when hit at the correct speed and angle become efficient ramps, steamrollers, fruit and vegetable stands, transport trailers, drunk drivers, texting pedestrians, well, you get the idea. Both James Bond inspired car chases and Warren Miller-style ski descents look easy, almost natural, but actually, I'm increasingly convinced that they are f---ing with our minds! The un-photo-shopped, zit-on-the-point-of-the-nose reality is that trees, shrubs, roots, branches, logs, stumps, rocks, surprise steeps, and drop-offs (and did I mention lodge-pole pines?) do tend to make the most inconvenient appearances! So, friends, failing discovery of those perfect off-piste environments, the stuff of which tele dreams are made, yes, failing that, I'll do my best to give my Alico Ski Marches a shot at the local lift-served resort under more controlled, i.e. 'contrived' touring conditions.