Restart
The Anchorage start went off great. Dogs down, dogs up. Sleds readied,
lines stretched. Dogs down for potty breaks, vet checks, microchip scans. Dogs up
dogs down. Scooping and watering. In between wander a bit, look up other
friends running the race. Look at dog trucks, sleds, dogs. Jeff
King's new
sled looked pretty innovative. I think I'd like to try that.
Up early this morning, barbecue steaks, eggs, and potatoes at 6am. Jamie
West arrives, 6:30 load the dogs, 6:45 drive the 3 1/2 miles to the restart.
What a joy to have such a short drive. Parking not quite half full, easy to
get in and find our spot. Shelly at the entrance tells us if we need
anything, find her, she's the one who will get things done. She sends a
runner in front of us to lead us to our spot. Shelly tells him stay close
to the front of the truck. "Not to close!", we all yell. And laugh. We're all
smiles and teasing this morning, laughter coming easily. We get to our
spot and as we look around, we realize there will be some trouble for the later
arrivals. Whoever figured the parking doesn't seem to realize that the
backs of trucks are the same width as the fronts. Not our problem, we are in our
spot.
Unload sled, pack it. Don't need to drop dogs yet, they've only been on the
truck 15 minutes. Dog trucks continue to pull in. People starting to show
up. Full moon glowing in front of us over the lake where the start line is.
Karen and Mark, watching them work together is so cool. They each have the
things they need to do, and they don't even hardly discuss who is doing
what, it just gets done.
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The Moms. Mark's mom and Karen's mom. We set it up so they drove to
Natalie's house (Howling Dog Farm) and rode in with Natalie. Karen got
Natalie a VIP parking pass and her van was pulled up right to the starting
line. The Moms (we've all been calling them that since before they're
arrival) would walk around, and then sit in the van for a bit when cold.
Seemed to work out quite well. They just arrived back here and said to say
they had a fabulous time.
Last time to drop the dogs. Harness them all. Stretch out the gang line.
Put Karen's number 58 bib on her. Take some last pictures. Karen spends a last
few minutes talking with Jamie Nelson.
Photo by Janet Yeager-Elliott
Photo by Janet Yeager-Elliott
The volunteers here to help us get
around the corners and down the small hill to the starting line are given a
lecture on WALKING to the start line, not running.
Other teams are crashing
on the hill as the handlers fail to hold back the teams. And Karen's 10
second rule. At the countdown, when it gets to 10, all handlers let go of
the line and step back, NO MATTER WHAT. Tangles, fights, after you hear 10,
it's not your job, it's Karen's!!! The volunteers were terrific. We walked
to the start line under complete control. Mark on the back of the sled with
Karen. At 10, the handlers all jumped back 2 steps, in perfect unison. The
Moms were on the side lines somewhere, but I was watching the dogs and
never saw them.
9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 GO!
Jamie and I walked out onto the lake to watch her come out of the corner
down at the end of the lake. There she is, moving smoothly along the far
end. Can pick up the light coats of Gus in lead and Moses in wheel. Then
they move into the sunlight, there's the red sled bag and Karen's red coat.
Around the corner of the lake, along the far side, haw up the road off the
lake, over a hill and out of sight.....and they're on their way.
Janet
Handler Howling Dog Farm
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