MAGIC!!!
Alaska/Yukon is magic. I am loving every second of this trip. Curt and Fleur’s dogs are to die for. If I could smuggle one in, I would. We are just over half way through the race, and boy its tough!!!
Just checked the official weather forecasts for the week, the warmest it will get is minus 24 degrees Celsius, and tonight it’s going down to minus 38 degrees Celcius.
Curt arrives, and finally we are allowed to help out with hands-on the dogs and sled. But not before some great stories from the trail:
We arrived in the wee small hours of 3:00 am.
Dawson city, Yukon is a lot like Arrowtown. It’s an historic old gold-mining town, and you half expect a cowboy to roll out of a saloon with a Winchester rifle. Town planners have obviously outlawed any franchise business. You’ll only find the general store, the trading post, and the Sluice bar.
Believe it or not, … only in America!
We stayed the night in a town called North Pole, Alaska, in a hotel on Santa Claus road, which had another street off it called Saint Nicolas Place.
Most teams stop for a few hours of rest at the CP’s. Curt (and other mushers) take time to bed the dogs down on some hay, take their booties off, check them for signs of injury or soreness, and feed them; before he takes off for a snooze.
I’m impressed and amazed at the obvious keen-ness of the dogs as they head out of the CP and onto the trail again. Those dogs just LOVE to race!
