2010 Can Am 250
This was Rhonda's first time ever driving a 12 dog team!!!
Got as far as Allagash.....
After a pretty awesome weekend at camp, I tossed out idea of racing
in Michigan and instead, put the financial resources toward bumping up my CanAM entry from
the 60 to the 250. A little arm twisting, a few loaned dogs, an OK by the wife.... and
Adam Cummings did the same. Yeah, we would be running as rookies together! Adam's goal: to
get at least as far as Maibec since Rocky Brook is a shitty place to scratch. My goal:
simply to finish.
Driving home from camp we had no idea what devastation we would face upon
our arrival in Sandown. A major winter storm had struck the State of New Hampshire and
thousands of homes were without power. Not having planned to run the CanAM 250, our stock
of ice cubes and snacks were limited to the few I would need for the 60. Now we had to
rush to restock 4 checkpoints worth of meals and trail snacks plus package up into
meatball format, the chicken we had already purchased from SilverBelle Feeds. Typically
mid-winter, one would anticipate being able to keep refrigerator items outside without
concern, not this particular week. Temps were hovering in the high 30's and we were
without power..... for what would amount to 10 days. Challenge: Will my Campmor gloveliner and Mountain
Ridge liniment orders arrive prior to our departure?
And will Ron, our Omas Pride distributor have
what we need in stock, if not can he order it ASAP. Angie Carter had already supplied us
with the name of a meat processing plant in Hooksett, NH that I had filed away in the
electronic Rolodex. Before even leaving camp, a call was put into Ron. Sunday, one of our
neighbors whose home was being powered via a generator, lent us freezer space. I got a
start on the massive ice cube production. Monday, first thing, I called and ordered a 10lb
box of ground lamb from Poultry Products.
Back to the neighbors house. Monday afternoon, we heard from Ron. Great news. Not only did
he have in stock what we needed, he offered us freezer space!! Start packing. Tuesday,
drive to Ron's in Hampton, NH. Drive to my Mother's in Saugus, MA and use her deep freezer
for the chicken ball
production project. Stop in at the Davis's
house to see how they were getting along since the storm devastated their dog yard. Pack a
little more. Wednesday, meet Jaye Foucher at Bear Notch for a training run.
This was my opportunity to give Bob's lighter
Husky Creek a try. Even with the 80lbs of sand Weston and I stopped to purchase in route,
the sled was too light and flexible for my liking. Going to stick with the basket version
I had been driving all season. Drive back to Hampton, NH and Saugus, MA to retrieve all of
the now frozen dog food snacks and meals. Pack yet a little more. Thursday, our electric
service was restored! Shop for remaining gear (people snacks, pair of cheap waterproof
boots, baking pans to serve as food bowls, hand warmers and batteries). Tie up those boxes
and bags before I add yet another item! Pack the truck. Friday before sunrise, hit the
road!
Upon making the decision to upgrade my entry, I called Gavin Baker and shared the news. Throughout this
process, Gavin had been highly supportive. Not only did Gavin previously own Siberian
Huskies of a similar strain to ours, he failed at getting to the finish line during his
rookie CAC250 attempt. Gavin knew full well the unique challenge(s) I was facing.
Registering late meant we'd be leaving the starting line second to last bib. If our team
was capable of running on 14hrs min rest, in previous
years the pace we have been training might have put us in the money. This year, I
expected that our overall pace would leave us at the back of the pack; starting there
really did not worry me.... except for the temperature. Saturday morning while waiting on
line for our ATV escort, the temperature slowly began to rise. By clock time, it was
already warmer than any day we had trained so far this season! It was more like the kind
of sunblock wearing temperatures that we relished back in the days of Spring skiing. Our
assigned parking spot in the staging area was on a side street near the historical Fort Kent
Blockhouse. The chaos of barking dogs, music, crowds and announcements over the PA
system could barely be heard. Difficult location from which to wish our friends a good
run... but overall, a very welcomed quiet spot. While Weston harnessed the team, Bob and I
attended to dog booties. Oh goodness, here comes the ATV! I'm feeling ill. Hook up the
dogs as slowly as we can because we don't want the team waiting on the gangline any longer
than necessary.
Fort Kent to Portage:
4; thanks Georges.
3; thanks Andy.
2; ... holy shit the team is going to take off
without me!!
1; high five and a kiss to Bob, see you in
Portage!
No more talking about it, the day has finally
arrived. Me and 12 of my furry best friends are flying down Main Street, Fort Kent, Maine for the 18th
running of the Irving Woodlands
CAC250!!
Less than 5 miles down the railbed, ½ the dogs
were head dipping in the snow. Be patient I tell myself.. this is the longest leg of the
race and it's blazing hot outside. The team just had water at the truck, let them cool
down some more, burn off the initial adrenaline, get into a groove, things will be much
better once we move into the shade of the trees. My paper plan for this run included two
scenarios. If I find it necessary later in the run, we will camp out for an hour plus. No
big deal. Adam Cummings caught up to us not long after we pulled off the railbed. For the
majority of the leg we would share each others company. He'd run out in front for awhile,
I wouldn't see him. Then I would catch up and overtake for awhile, etc. It was great fun!
At one point, we passed Caroline Morin. Later in the run we passed Caroline Blair-Smith
near the access road
I remember from when Bob and I were entertaining
the idea of purchasing the Fish Hatchery.
There were two spots on this leg where I lost
significant time, and eventually lost sight of Adam. The first problem occurred on a
plowed road with a right hand turn up an embankment onto the groomed dog trail. I believe
it was a section that we'd run last year in the 60, so we should have known better. My
leaders overshot the cut out for the trail and refused to take the gee. Had to get off the
runners, hope I could reach the leaders before they dragged the sled even further down the
plowed road and then jog the leaders up the embankment into waist deep snow. Ok, that made
me hot. Time to take this quilted jacket off and drink some Gatorade.
The second problem occurred at the head of
Portage Lake. I was pretty damn excited up to that point. The team was moving along really
well and Jessie was just knocking my socks off (minus the earlier incident) with her
performance in lead. We came out of the woods and the dog trail took an almost immediate
haw onto the lake. The well traveled snowmobile trail however came out of the woods and
went directly across the lake (and eventually toward pavement). Where do you think my
leaders wanted to go!?! Snowhooks are not like climbing picks, even the Critterwoods brand, do not hold very
well on ice, and my 12, now fully amped up dogs realized they could take me for a ride!.
Trying to slow the sled, turn it around, get the dogs onto the proper marked trail and
into the landing where the RGO waited for us was horrible. I screamed 'NO' so loud that
poor Tenley Bennett could hear me all the way across the lake. About this time, TK's gait
was starting to look off. I feared that I may have to bag him. Hang on buddy. Get me to
Portage and I promise you can spend the rest of the weekend with the puppies. Once we
arrived at the landing and received our ATV escort over to the checkpoint parking lot, I
couldn't have been happier! Whew... TK did not require a lift! That was a bit crazy.. but
we made it!!! One leg down. Four to go.
Now.. onto my first ever, unassisted checkpoint
routine!
Portage to Rocky Brook:
After attending to the team and handing TK off to Bob as promised, I
decided to swap out the plastic on the sled. After wrestling with it, and the plastic only
budging about one inch, I slammed the plastic back into place. Perhaps when we are parked
in the sun later on in the race I'll have an opportunity then to remove the runner
plastic. Re-pack the sled, grab my personal belongings out of the checkpoint box and head
inside the Town of Portage municipal building for some food and maybe a nap. Al Tarr and his son Daniel were
inside hanging with Bob, Weston and some of the other handlers. What a great surprise to
see Al here after he just participated in the 60. Heck... I've done the trip down to
Portage after standing on the runners for 8hrs, it's not an easy feat. Stuff my face with
two plates of food and then take a short nap. I believe I was up before the checkpoint
coordinator came to wake me. Change socks and underwear, wash my face, rake the knots out
of my hair and brush my teeth. Most of the mushers have left Portage by now. I feel great,
but slightly apprehensive. Bob and I won't see each other again until the team reaches Allagash, which is 150 miles
away! Bootie the dogs,
snack and water, ATV escort please, and off we go! Not far outside of the checkpoint, I
see a red marker on the right side of the trail, then a fork (Cosmo, 'gee'), cross a trail
then bank downhill slightly to the left. Denis Cyr had indicated during the
drivers meeting that the trail was well marked. Certainly I found that to be the case in
route to Portage. At this particular moment in time... I am frantically looking for a
green confirmation marker.
None to be found.
Did I overshoot the turn? How could that be? We continue through an S turny section of trail which
feels much like a long driveway. Still no signs of a green confirmation marker. Argh. I am going to have to turn
around and figure out where we went wrong. Back to the first green marker we go. While
back tracking I discover that the path we crossed was not a trail, but railroad tracks.
Obviously the RGO would not
send us down a railroad grade with rails, so that could only mean we had been headed
initially in the correct direction. NO we are not going back to Portage, let's turn around
again. Cosmo, I'm wicked sorry! Repeat the S turny section and then a minute or so later, low and behold,
a road crossing with a green marker across the street! Whew. OK guys, let's go! Turn on
the iPod and relax for the
next 8 miles until I succeeded to dump the sled on a tight left hand turn on thinly
covered trail. Got dragged for a bit with the sled sideways. Managed to steer the sled
into the snowbank and upright myself. By then, my hat and Bob's brand new Princeton Tec headlamp were far enough
behind me, there was absolutely no way I was going to consider attempting an equipment
rescue. I made that kind of mistake once in training... Stop shaking, get a hold of
yourself Rhonda. No worries, in the sled I had a spare hat and another big headlamp. Use
my Petzl for task
lighting, and proceed to pull out my Cold Spot lamp and strap on the battery pack. OK
guys, let's go! The rest of the run was quiet and uneventful. Enjoyed the cadence of my
team, music in my ears and the star lit sky. By the time we reached Rocky Brook the sun
was up. The RGO parked us
next to Caroline Morin, who did not stay long. Last year when she spent 13 hrs resting in Allagash, we called Two Rivers Lunch and
wished her luck. She was running a very different race this year and I was proud to be
witness to it! Mario Racine was still hanging out at
Rocky Brook and we chatted for awhile about the weather, dogs, trail, etc. It was
unseasonably warm in Rocky Brook. Wrist wrapped and bedded down, the dogs stretched in
pairs to soak up some Vitamin D. Jessie had an odd cough and I asked the DVM's to look at her. We bed our
dogs on straw at the Dawg House all season without concern. Was there a spore in this
particular bail that Jessie is allergic to? The DVM's tell me that other dogs in the race are coughing. Oh
damn. That is not good news. Illnesses tend to spread like
wildfire in race
environments. Considering the warm temperatures, I did not plan to leave here until 2 or 3
o'clock in the afternoon. Hopefully by then Jessie will sound better. In the bunk house I
located a bed by the window. It was toasty warm and if not for the young boys yelling back
and forth to each other on the other side of the house, I may have fallen into a deep
sleep. Decide to get up, change my underclothes and brush my teeth. Do we wait it out here
another hour or so and cut our planned rest in Maibec? The team looks fine, but reluctant. I prepare to
leave. Bootie the dogs,
snack and water... decide it's in Jessie's best interest to stay behind. The DVM's take Jessie off to the
bunker. Rather than immediately snubbing off, I allow the team a few minutes to adjust to
the idea of Jessie walking away and to absorb the water they just consumed. During this
time, I run inside to grab something quick to eat. Leaving Rocky Brook we run on dirt road
and take a right hand turn into the woods. Feeling uneasy that my leaders may not take the
turn, I ask for trail assistance. Things go well and we are back on trail after resting
6hrs.
Rocky Brook to Maibec:
A few miles outside of Rocky Brook,
Caroline
Blair-Smith caught up to me. We road together through the pinball machine section of
trees and camps screaming like little girls! By the time we dropped onto the lake we were
holding onto the handlebars of our respective sleds doubled over with tears of laughter!
Just one of many bonding moments.... WOW that was crazy!!!
Based on the excitement level of the dogs, I know we were moving at a pace FAR greater
than 6-8mh! Caroline and I shared the majority of
this run together. Much like when I had been running with Adam, we would be close to each
other for awhile and then there would be periods of time when she was further out in
front. We encountered more plowed road...
but continue on, anxious to get to what is
referred to as "Hotel Maibec".
10 miles outside of Maibec
we pass a trail marker. Damn, this is taking longer than it should. Are we really moving
this slow? I tell myself that the marker must have been posted prematurely. Around every
bend I keep my eyes peeled for signs of a roof peak or chimney smoke. We stop quite a few
times for the dogs to play in the snow or eat a piece of salmon. I even swapped leaders at
one point. Ruby was a superstar on this leg! Finally, we come around the corner and are
welcomed into the parking area with huge complements from the coordinators. Because this
parking lot is wet and muddy, we were given two bails of straw. Thank you! Adam was still
here in Maibec. One of his
dogs had eaten what appeared to be a small block of discarded meat and was now bloated.
Too many mushers in this sport display unsportsmanlike behavior, some of which is intentional.
Along the route, back of the pack runners tend to witness the brunt of this behavior in
the form of piles of trash and scattered dog food; which become a welcomed distraction.
Adam's team was moving along better than he had expected and seeing the finish line became
a clear possibility. He achieved his initial goal, but was obviously not happy. Not
wishing to put the care of his dog into the hands of a stranger, Adam signed the paper and
officially withdrew from the race. Jaye was also still in Maibec. We chatted for a few
moments despite my inability to really speak (the laryngitis I developed in route to
Portage had progressed). Jaye was willing to loan me a headlamp if I could not find my Petzl. Somehow in the mist of
doing chores, my Petzl
disappeared. With the assistant of a few checkpoint coordinators, we scoured the parking
area, in my gear bag (twice), sled bag (twice), inside the "Hotel" and the bunk
room. Because I had already lost one headlamp, this leg would be run mostly in the dark
and I had seen a moose, I was pretty freaked out. So, about that moose! Not long after
consuming a 5-Hour Energy during a dark hour period of time running the Portage to Rocky
Brook leg (could have been during the Rocky Brook to Maibec leg)... the dogs started running so hard and fast I
was unable to stop them. Both feet on the brake bar as hard as I could muster and pressure
on the handlebar. It was like a freight train! In front of us on the trail was a very very
dark mass. The energy around us changed. All I could see was the flash of two yellow eyes.
The team charged down the trail as I held onto
the handlebar, ducked my head, whimpered and prayed. As the dark mass moved into the
woods, the dogs looked but thankfully did not follow. I've never been so scared in my
life. I was WIDE awake and fully aware of every sensation and noise around us! Leaving Maibec without two proper
headlamp was not something I felt comfortable with....esp since we had been forwarded
about a moose populated area outside of this checkpoint. After much searching.... the Petzl showed up! Whew, I could
finally relax. While my Sorels
dried out I took a shower (insert smiley face) and a nap. Looking at the big score board,
stats at the time said Jaye and I would finish the race within 15 minutes of each other.
Wouldn't that be cool! I knew it was not reality since she was looking to beat her prior
finish and well... I'm just a rookie.
Maibec
to Allagash:
After 8 hours of rest we depart for Allagash! As forewarned, we came upon a section of trail
that made the dogs really perk up. At 30 miles to go, we were still moving along at a good
pace. This run was taking the front runners six to eight hours to complete. I did not
expected it would take us any longer than that.
At 20 miles to go I still thought we were
moving along ok. Then we
reach SS.8 and I swear the dogs thought this must mean we are at checkpoint. It took some
mental fortitude to
jog up the hill and past the safety hut. Whew, we successful get beyond sight and start
down a nice long hill. The dogs are perky again! At the bottom of the hill we come to a
screeching stop. There is dog food scattered all over the trail. Talk about a distraction!
I was livid! I walk the team out of the mess and down the trail a few yards. If they are
going to stop for a snack, it shall not be at a time, place or flavor they choose on their
own. I was livid! Dole out ice cubes and salmon. Rest for a few minutes and regroup. Then
off we go again, or so I thought. The next few miles were hell. Years ago while training
in Mattawin before CanAm, we stayed at a cabin on a
pond accessed by an out and back spur trail. I remember this particular trip in great
detail because I hand
walked my team for a few miles and then... Saint came to the rescue and ran single
lead!
Boy, was this a flashback I did not wish to
re-live. The team crept
and crawled for at least the next 5 miles. Not sure how close we were to SS.9 when they
broke out of their funk but when we reached it, I was more than ready to scratch. The two
coordinators who were working that road crossing told me it was 13 miles from here to Allagash. OK, I've done a 1/2
marathon, if I need to personally jog the rest of the way, that is what we shall do!
But... can we make it, or should we scratch here??? Ginsing looks hot. I was torn, tired and wishing I could
'call a friend'. On the Fort Kent to Portage leg we had a plan B to camp out for an hour
or more if the temps got too hot. So, why not now. The coordinators tell me that Caroline
B. is not too far behind and that they just pulled a musher off the trail a bit further
up. At least if we rest here and decide to scratch, we could 'call a cab'. I take out a
baseball cap,
cover my face and lay on top of the sled until
Caroline arrives. When she does, I leave the sled and run back to her. We talk, I cry, she
suggests I stay as late as dusk, then run into Allagash. Thank You Caroline for being a friend! Little did
I know at the time... she too was struggling.
Before Caroline goes on ahead, I walk back to my sled. Wouldn't you know,
Ginsing who I thought for sure was hot, starts barking his head off... and his enthusiasm
ripples through the rest of the team !! I decide that this might not be a bad time to
leave our parking spot. Not wanting to impact the momentum Caroline's team had going by
drafting off them, I took my time re-hooking tugs. Alright guys, let's go see Daddy! I was
still groggy from sleeping in the sun. The team was moving along ok, but still not at the
beautiful pace we we had going 2+hrs ago. Along this section of trail there were numerous
open pools of water. I stopped once or twice and tried to entice the dogs to take a swim,
but they showed no interest. OK. Deep breath, listen to some music and try like hell not
to get upset... because really, what good is going to come from being upset? All I want,
is to finish this race with a happy dog team! We are now only 6-8 miles outside Allagash
and our momentum is growing exponentially! Dharma and Rhone were in lead. Perhaps they knew where they were!?
They took me on a white knuckle ride the rest of the way into checkpoint!
Skimming trees, hard 90 degree downhill turns; I laughed and screamed with
pleasure! When we pulled into the checkpoint I could barely stop the team upon arrival to
sign the vet book. I believe everyone was expecting a limping dog team. No way! Friends were there to greet us and
later said they couldn't believe how awesome the dogs looked. I smiled. Bob and Weston
helped to escort the team into a nice, shady, quiet spot under the trees. Jaye was parked
nearby and came over (before she prepared to leave) to say hello and see how I was doing.
I broke down in tears. It had been a tough, slow run and prior to that white knuckle ride,
I had seriously considering scratching here in Allagash. OK. Back to work. Booties off,
quick snack for each of the dogs.... While I'm attending to chores, the vets are going
through each dog making certain everyone is healthy. We have a mandatory vet check here in
Allagash. Since I have to work on the dogs myself at this stage, I prefer the DVM's to
conduct their exam now. Sheila Morressey (DVM and fellow YSHC member) was one of the DVM's
on duty. She was highly complementary of the condition of the dogs. Damn, I must be doing
something right although at times it certainly does not feel like it.
...start the soup, suck down an Ensure, wrist wraps on, dole out
the meal, bed the team down, pee, I really really have to pee. Volunteers come up to me
now and wish to conduct the mandatory bag check. All I want to do is pee. OK, let's get
this over and done with so I can head inside. Sleeping bag; check. Knife; check. And so
on. One of the ladies conducting the bag check commented that she has "not seen a
sled bag this neat and well organized in a few years.... since that tall musher and his
wife from NH"..I chimed in Mike and Sue Ellis?, "ran". She says
"yes". Boy, did I smile then! Waddle inside and use the toilet (heck with the
amount of time I had been on trail, it would have made no difference if I had stopped
while out there to pull my pants down... besides, the only musher behind me was another
woman). Whew I feel better. Grab some coffee, place a food order and then back outside to
repack the sled. Having chose to ride the Husky Creek with QCR rails, I had been unable to
replace the runner plastic. It was now pretty scraped up. Clearly the scraped up plastic
had caused us unnecessary drag but with only 40 miles to go and more plowed road, I
figured I can't mess with it now. Lesson learned: Will never take a sled in a race over 60
miles again, unless it has Matrix runners!!! Hanging around in checkpoint for awhile,
friends who had finished the 250 and 60 were sharing horrible stories of plowed road and
log yards. In retrospect, nothing I haven't done in training or up to this point in the
race, but at the time, I was really starting to freak out. With much needed sleep
themselves, a promise of Long Trails to greet me at the finish.. our friends head off to
wait for Jaye at the finish line. Bob then encouraged me to take a nap in the bunk room. I was
shivering and could not sleep. This happened to me in Maibec as well. Too lazy to pull my
sleeping bag out of the sled, I suffered. In retrospect, I should have made the effort (at
both checkpoints) as I would have been assured a more comfortable nap. After 5
hours in Allagash, I went outside and checked on the team. Removed wrist wraps, gave
everyone another snack and another round of soup. A few dogs looked like they might enjoy
staying longer, so I head indoors myself. Almost an hour later, I'm back outside. As I
complete my chores, I contemplate whether to leave Granite back. We only had 40 miles to
go, much of it that I am familiar with from years of running in the 30 and 60. However,
something had happened to me on every leg of this race. Mind you there was absolutely
nothing wrong with Granite. "Granite" so happened to be the code word the DVM's
were using if a musher was in the unfortunate position to be carrying a deceased dog. Two
years ago, when Bob finished the 250, Granite just a yearling at the time, enjoyed a sled
bag ride into the finish shoot. In my sleep deprived state, I see having Granite on my
team as an omen. In retrospect, I should have immediately recognized the mindset I was in
and declared a few extra hours of sleep for a total layover of 8 or 10 hours (since the
rules would have allowed me to stay until as late as 6am Tuesday). But at the time I was
very anxious to get through the pre-discussed log yard section before nightfall, did not
want to run in the full sun again (which comes up, blazing hot, at 8:30am) and I was
sensing some pressure by the checkpoint coordinators to get out of there.
Out of Allagash:
Bob and Weston help lead the 10 dog team I arrived with, out of our
parking spot. Again, two feet on the bar brake, I can barely hold them back. A volunteer
comments that this is one of the most excitable, physically strongest teams they have seen
coming into and leaving checkpoint. I've heard this now three times, I smile! OK, deep
breath, we can do this! When you leave Allagash, the trail drops immediately down onto a
river. The Portage Lake crossing was a major challenge for me. I did not want the momentum
of 10 dogs and a snow hook that won't hold taking me across this river. Before they count
down my departure, I undid 4 tugs so I may be able to better control the team on the river
and get through the log yard without being dumped. What the hell was I thinking! One; I had Cosmo in lead who
rather than follow the survey stakes, took us around the parameter of the lake where he
saw someone (perhaps with a dog) up on the bank. After screaming a whole lot, getting
control of myself and taking Cosmo out of lead, the person on the bank beams his
flashlight in the direction of the trail. I hand walk the team toward the trail to show
them where we are headed, and off we go. Not long after you get off the river you start a
slippery accent up a mountain steep like that of Mt Crumpit in 'The Grinch'. The dogs looked depressed...
no shit.
Climbing a hill with a heavy backpack takes some
serious effort and I was asking them to do it with 4 less tugs attached (I should have
rehooked tugs the moment we got off the river but I was anticipating the log yard which I
later learned was toward the end of the route). In my mind I was afraid the team might run depressed like
that the whole 40 miles (obviously forgetting that less than 2 miles ago, they were barking like
crazy and I, barely able to hold them back). What if I broke their spirit.. I'd
never forgive myself. So...
I decided. Turned the
team around. Ears
perked, tails wagged, dogs barked and I enjoyed a white knuckle ride through a beautiful
single track section of trail, fly up the embankment at marx speed as I pray that a
logging truck does not come whizzing by, right back to the pile of straw where they had
been bedded down. Damn!!
They clearly had it in them, just played me.
Once back at our original parking spot, I immediately went up and down the
team hugging everyone, removing booties and doling out a snack. I do not recall if I
unpacked my sled and then went indoors to sign The Paper, or if I unpacked afterwards.
What I do recall however, is Caroline and Andy at a table inside Two Rivers Lunch, head in
hands, expressing their sympathies as I signed The Paper. Caroline had already signed
hers.... Apparently, when Bob talked to whomever it was from the Allagash checkpoint that
delivered The Call, he requested they refrain from allowing me to sign The Paper until he
had a chance to see me. So much for that! I swear, as soon as the words 'I would like to
scratch' came out of my mouth, The Paper and a pen appeared on the table in front of me.
By the time Bob and Weston arrived, I had the sled completely broken down. Dogs and
handlers are not allowed inside the mushers cabin section of Two Rivers Lunch. At this
stage, who is going to argue. I retrieve Allie from our truck and while Bob
and Weston finish the packing, Allie and I head inside for some alone time. It was
symbolic to have Allie consoles me at that particular moment since it is this Town and the Wilderness
Waterway from which her name hails. The guys had a 6-pack of beer with them and
I brought one over to Caroline and Andy. Sitting between Bob and Weston on the ride back
to Fort Kent, I fell asleep with a 1/2 drunk bottle between my legs.
Epilogue:
Question now, are we staying for the banquet? Most Definitely!! Hang out
in town for the day, Christine Richardson
gets herself a haircut, we consider taking in a movie but turns out that Kim Paradis
closes the Century Theater down on Monday's. Not to worry, I use this as a small
opportunity to catch some ZZZ's! The banquet this year was held at the American Legion. It
was actually a nice change of venue that afforded the mushers a grand stage from where to
accept their awards. Christine surprised the hell out of me. She won a pair of handlebar
mitts..... and in front of everyone, gifted them to me. I was humbled. Thank you my
friend! I'll never have an excuse to complain about cold fingers again!! Without perhaps
even knowing it, Christine and her handler Al Borak (thanks again for the snub) were a
huge inspiration for me this season. We've kind of grown up with Christine in this sport.
She has obtained success and confidence in a much shorter period of time, and we are
tremendously proud of her!! So...I hope she does not mind too much if I close out this
Epilogue with a paraphrase from her website.
Much hard and
intense work went into this season. As I draft entries to our blog, sitting here during
the month of May, if it was not for unseasonably cool temps we've experienced, I might
have almost forgotten the hours spent on the ATV and sleds while up at the Dawg House. Bob
and I would often be cranky and feeling the pressures of competition, and say to each
other "This is the very last season we'll participate in this crazy sport!" Hah.
Its all worth it!!! We are already in the throws of making dog coats, having a new sled
constructed and planning a litter. If we get out of this sport, it absolutely will not be
next season!!! See you on the trail!!!! Peace :}
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THE TEAM:

Cosmo
6.59 |

Enzo
5.78 |

Rhone
3.53 |

Ruby
3.24 |

Granite
3.24 |

Halley
6.59 |

Jessie
1.77 |

Dharma
5.78 |

Jasper
2.40 |

TK
3.53 |

Ginsing
5.78 |

Mackey
1.77 |
Age as of 3/4/2010
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