Come ON! This is day five of 40 below or colder. What the hell? I'm cold. The dogs are cold. Sam's cold. The trucks don't run right (The F150 is pretty much dead for now)...I'd cry, but my tears would freeze! According to the weather service, there is no relief in sight. It's going to be cold forever. The 1,000-mile Yukon Quest International Sled Dog Race starts on Saturday and mushers from all over are here for pre-race festivities. Last night, Libby and I, who together have covered 14 Yukon Quests for radio and print media, went to Meet the Mushers. It's a chance for the general public to see their favourite dog drivers up close and personal. Libs and I went to mingle and visit with mushers, vets and race officials that we haven't seen since last year's Quest. I'm going to write a long feature on the race for Mushing Magazine, but I'm not going down the trail from start to finish like I usually do, as I have my own race to run. I'll drive up to a few checkpoints and then go to Whitehorse for the finish. Sam is going all the way from start to finish for the News-Miner along with a sports reporter. Tonight is the start banquet and then Friday night I'm hosting a Quest bonfire here at the cabin. Yes, it's going to be 40 below at least, but we'll stand around outside pretending it's not that cold. That's what we Alaskans do.
I wanted to add this, below, to show that my blog has recently been rate PG. Huh? Come people, let's aim higher, god dammit! Let's swear until we see the coveted 'R.'
Boob, crap, damn.
OK, people, we're moving on up. Let's keep those curses coming!
WE MADE IT!