So my husband and I are both competitive cyclists living in Boulder, Colorado and a few years back we got some nice BC touring kit (I have the awesome, epic Karhu 10th Mtn skis which are terrific for just about anything you can throw at them).
...and then (cue foreboding theme) we got lured into the Dark Side by our teammates. Took a cross-country ski trip up to Snow Mtn Ranch last winter, where we rented some gear, took a skate lesson and were introduced to the joys, the terrors, the FRUSTRATIONS and the exhilaration that is skate skiing. Classic and BC touring are by far less demanding wenches, but alas, more mundane than transcendent. Once we managed our first tentative shaky skate glides, it was as if we'd thrown off our earthly shackles to fly free, unfettered.
Came right home and my husband didn't even flinch at spending at least a nice bike's-worth of cash on skate gear for both of us (not to mention a fortune in fancy Swix tights and jackets, oy!). Did a bunch of local days here in Boulder because the snow was great last year. Even braved the terrors of Eldora's nordic center (locally nicknamed "Helldora"; if you've skiied there, you'll understand) where a local friend took pity on us and at least taught us enough technique to not die of cardiac arrest on 17th Ave.
fast forward 12 months and we have yet to take our poor lonely metal edged touring kit out of summer storage. We obsess over snow conditions, waxes and ponder buying a condo in Fraser.
So I am here, dear reader, to warn you of the perils. Skate skiing. Not even once.