Last night we drove out to Salcha to visit some friends. Great conversation, loud fireworks, and not much sleep. We stayed the night in Donna's workshop... well sort of slept. Joel's sled dogs spent the greater part of the night howling, but the wood stove was burning hot and there was a sense of adventure in the air. The next morning we had breakfast together and then set out to hook up the dog team. The dogs were ready to go, jumping in circles, and barking with anticipation. Joel gave me the low down and pretty much told me that the number one rule to remember was to never let go of the sled. I guess petrified is the best way to describe how I was feeling at the time, but I had to take a deep breath and face my fear. I was sweating and breathing deeply when the anchor was pulled from the snow and the dogs lunged forward. We coasted along and the leaders seemed to be listening to the commands I was giving. We all had a great time and returned in one piece; dog sled and all. It was an adventure I wont soon forget.
Chrissy
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