Our fall training season began Sept. 10 this year, on a morning when the temperature dipped below the 50-degree F. threshold that most mushers consider too warm for running dogs. Matt hooked up one team and ran a quick three-mile loop. Still feeling energetic, he hooked up a second team, only to have
The pre-race vet checks were held in Beaver Bay on a glorious sunny day. Temperatures climbed to over 40 degrees in the sun. Inside our trailer, the bucket of snacks Matt so carefully made for the race—small patties of ground liver with an electrolyte supplement—all melted into a blob. The forecast
In almost any condition Mother Nature presents, we like to say it’s good training for the dogs. If it’s 20 below zero, it’s good training. If there is 10 inches of fresh powder and the dogs have to break trail—it’s good training. If it’s warm or if it’s raining or we are running through
Our decision to live in the woods with a few dozen sled dogs didn’t happen overnight. While some are born into the mushing tradition, the rest of us fall into it, dog by dog, until one day we are telling people who ask, “How many?” that there are 27.
Matt and I had a taste
Last year at this time, I vividly recall freezing my extremities in frigid November weather. We had enough snow on the ground to provide a little cushion on the dogs’ paws and winter felt imminent.
This year, we are enjoying 50-degree days and it barely freezes at night, if
We hit the reset button on Sept. 9, one of the first cool mornings of autumn and also my birthday—a perfect day to think about what lies ahead.