I have been telling people how busy I am for many years, and I have meant it. I have a grand propensity for saying yes to things—tasks, work, favors, hobbies—when I should say no. But this fall, I have taken “busy”
On a warm Sunday in early October, I woke up at the cabin alone. Matt and baby Sylvia were in Fargo for several days, but I stayed home, tasked with caring for the dogs and running the team. The temperature at our cabin read 46 degrees F., almost too warm to train. I thought
A dog’s average gestation is 63 days, and so on a Monday in June, we made our dog Nancy a cozy spot to deliver her pups.
Nancy appeared to be in the early stages of labor. Her temperature had dropped, which is a sign that puppies are imminent. Twenty-four hours later, her temperature
I’ve heard that the handlers sleep less than the mushers during the Beargrease. During the race, which started on a Sunday morning and ended 72 hours later, I slept eight hours, broken into two-hour increments. I didn’t do an exact tally, but I believe Matt slept about 15 hours.
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A family-friend asked me recently what I think about for all those hours on the dog sled. A typical training run mid-winter can vary from two to six hours. It might be dark and it might be well below zero.
Sometimes, I told her, I think about life—about things completely outside
Recently, while dogsled training, we have been on what my favorite forecaster from Minnesota Public Radio, Paul Huttner, calls a “weather rollercoaster.”
I am admittedly obsessed with the weather. This time of year my most-frequented websites include weather.com, the Updraft