THE HOWLER

Winter has finally come to Alaska. After an unseasonably warm fall, the temperatures have fallen below zero and the Northern lights are illuminating the sky. When the temperatures drop low, the dogs spend the night in the comfort of the dog barn. Their excitement is palpable as they bark and dance awaiting their turn to […]

What was your best gift ever? Was it the one that you longed for and someone figured it out and gave it to you? Was it the one you never would have thought of, but when you got it you realized it was exactly what you needed? Was it the one that you gave to someone else and saw their joy? 2020 has probably been the most challenging year of my life, but it has been all of these gifts as well.

Although we are well past the spring equinox, the snow remains in Alaska. I walk around nearly 4 feet in the air. Looking around, I think back to myself, how high does this come up in the summer? Trail stakes stick up only one or two inches above the top of the snow. In summer they come up to my chin. Dog houses have become snow caves. The snow has continued to fall and fall this winter. This has been coupled with significant cold and wind. January ranked in the top 10 coldest January’s on record for Alaska. The temperatures were regularly 30 below zero. The cold tested determination and preparation. Now in early April, the temperatures are still falling below zero every night. I know the snow will melt sometime. Already the daylight lasts until past 9 at night. Max keeps telling me that he can’t go to sleep until it is dark. I worry what this will mean as summer progresses.

I have to admit, this is my favorite time of year. I love the lights. I love the short week leading up to the long weekend of Thanksgiving. I love the richness of the foods, the music, and the table. I love the emotional holiday commercials. But more than anything I love the feeling of anticipation.

And nobody does anticipation as well as a sled dog. Just a hint of action near the harnesses or the sled can raise excitement so strong you can nearly taste it.

You know how a certain smell can take you right back to your grandmother’s kitchen or your elementary school classroom? How hugging your child can allow you to feel your baby in your arms? The same is true with the dogs. Born and raised here at the kennel, each dog can take me back to their goofy antics as a puppy and the memorable times we have shared on and off the trail.

Summer is in full swing in Denali. The daylight is everlasting, the snow has been replaced by chattering creeks and wildflowers. As we hike on the trail Max comments, “I love the sound of Alaska.” I expected him to comment on the babbling brook, but instead his observations were keener than mine, noting “the snow, the animals, the wind.”

Puppies, like children grow up with astounding speed. One of the satisfying moments as a musher is when the puppies start running in harness like the adult dogs. While it can be a bit chaotic getting everyone to face the same direction at the same time, once you begin to move, its impressive how quickly they run like they have been doing it for years. The puppies charge down the trail, undistracted by obstacles, finding their footing at varied speeds and terrain.

2019 has roared in with personality. It began with three feet of snow in three days and now has dropped to 30 degrees below zero. The woodstoves are radiating with heat and the dogs are snuggled up in the straw. The snow, so light and fluffy as it fell, gains an ethereal quality in the cold. It squeeks under foot and breaks off in solid, yet light chunks as you chop it. The cold has come with a stillness that leaves the trees covered in snow.

As our summer days grow shorter, sunset becomes a dramatic Alaskan event. Perhaps it is the novelty of an increasingly dark evening after months of light. Perhaps it is the timing, nearly midnight in July and progressing earlier on a daily basis. Perhaps it is the low angle at which the sun depends below the horizon. Regardless, it lends itself to beautiful moments.

Summer in Alaska has such a magical feeling to it. There is something about the fact that it never gets dark that makes you feel like you are in a fairy tale. The summer light paints the mountains and the clouds. It illuminates the world all night long. When I wake in the night it looks like day outside.

This was the winter that kept on giving. We had a great snowfall throughout the winter. In April, when our days are typically warm and above freezing, mother nature decided to continue with her winter work. After getting over two feet of snow on April 20th and 21st, it continued to snow every day.

During the Iditarod race, mushers decide when, where and how long to rest their dogs. The only exceptions to this are the 3 mandatory stops. There is an 8 hour break that must be taken at the second to last checkpoint, there is an 8 hour break that must be taken at one of the checkpoints along the Yukon river, and there is a 24 hour break that can be taken at any one of the checkpoints. When to take this break is a big decision for a team. Not only is there strategy, but there is also luck involved. Weather and trail conditions can change and favor either the team that stopped early or the one that pressed on. As the teams stop for these breaks, it becomes difficult to gauge who is really leading the race.