Curt’s off after the mandatory 36 hrs rest.
He’s got 9 dogs left in the team, a total of 5 have been dropped as a precaution (with recovery for the upcoming Iditarod race in mind.)
Hatchett, Scenic, Block, Kick, Dodge are now travelling in the truck with us, resting and recovering.
Now starting again at the halfway mark the race now truly begins. The team is “bedded in”.
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.
