The weather on the glacier has been unusually good this year so far. Only two weather days in five weeks. That's pretty much unheard of. We have had to cancel a few tours here and there as the fog rolls in and out (helicopters don't fly when it's foggy) but on the whole, it's been great. Sunny days means tours and tours means I get paid. (mushers don't get paid when it's foggy). And the whole reason for being separated from my sweet boy was to make money to race this winter. So fingers crossed for more clear days. As all the mushers, handlers, photogs and managers get to know each other at the glacier camp, the job is getting a little more fun. We all get along amazingly well and though there isn't much in the way of extracurricular activities (we're all too tired) we make work fun. Also, even though tips weren't great this week, I had two different people tell me that this was the best thing they've done in their whole lives. In their whole lives! I think that's pretty cool.
Here's a whole heap of photos to illustrate a morning in the life on the Mendenhall Glacier camp.
I roll out of bed, actually I roll out of sleeping bag on a plywood cot, at 6 a.m. and immediately go to the yard to scoop dog poo. All my buckets have my name on them as things have a way of disappearing.
This morning was pretty foggy. These are my sleds waiting to be flipped up and tied off.
The south park dog-food hut. There are four dog lots in south park and four in north park. We feed Dr. Tim's Momentum and the dogs are doing really, really well on it.
Burt waiting for breakfast.
Burt getting interrupted by me. If you look closely, you can see the drool.
The sun is out, time for zinc on the pink noses. Codfish hates it but we have to protect the dogs from the sun.
Summer sporting her zinc nose.
Soon the guests arrive.