The musings of a wannabe musher in Fritz Creek, Alaska
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Fun in Finland. This winter I worked as a wilderness guide in Lappland. These were some of my dogs. I spent five months getting battered and bruised behind the sled but I got pretty good at the German and Finnish curse words.
I quit my life as a reporter in Whitehorse to move to Fairbanks and pursue dog mushing. Sound crazy? I've been called worse. Then, I married a tall man who had a tall child. Now, I’m done writing about dog antics, and will relay stories of life as a townie with an eight-year-old and three cats. Funny how things change, eh?
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