What A Workout
Saturday, November 28th, 2009
Be careful what you wish for. After weeks of wondering when the snow would come, it finally did…several feet of it up high in the Caribou Hills. We’ve gone up a couple of times for night runs after work taking 12- to 14-dog teams up alone, but spent Friday running teams from dawn until dusk with friends. We got with a few other mushers to work together to tackle the tough task of putting in trail for the first time for the year. It seems annually there are a handful of the same mushers who will lead the charge, while a select few other lazy folks sit back waiting for everyone else to do all the hard work.
Last season we broke in a lot of trail up high, and the year before we broke in a lot down low, which ended up being as much time stopped chainsawing-out downed trees, as it was running through the deep powder. So this year, we decided to take some trail at a moderate elevation. We worked on putting in the Grand Prix Trail, a section of the Clam Gulch Trail, the By-Pass Trail, and a trail down to a favorite camping spot called Wolverine Swamp.

About 1/3 of the trail that day was already put in, a friend on a snowmachine helped put in another 1/3, and another 1/3 we used the dogs to put in. Joseph took the section of the Clam Gulch Trail up to the By-Pass, which is virtually uphill the entire way. We’ve never been more proud of our leaders Goliath and Zoya, who never looked back and just porpoised and plowed their way through the thick drifts for miles, even the ones up steep inclines. They did AWESOME! Cole tackled a big chunk of the By-Pass Trail and Penny and Crumb carved through this section like a hot knife through butter. Another musher friend of ours named Jon also took a turn breaking trail in this section, and his efforts were greatly appreciated.
At the end of the day, we had only covered about 25 miles, but it took us more than five hours to do it, which in conditions like these, it’s really about the time and trail covered that’s more important than the distance. The dog got better training doing what they did than if they had done 40-50 miles of easier running.
We saw everything from trail six inches deep to a couple feet deep, and we started the day in blowing snow, saw the sun come out and temperatures soar into the mid 30′s during midday, then felt the mercury drop to the low 20 as the sunset. We flushed nearly 20 moose and a huge flock of all white ptarmigan in our travels. It was a long day, but a good one, with some significant training goals accomplished.

After it was over, we went home to some delicious Thanksgiving leftovers, and shared the meal with many of the dogs who had gone above and beyond just hours earlier. Our cabin is tiny, but for us there’s always room for one more to squeeze in, so they can lounge on the couch and chair for a good rest after a hard day’s work. We squeezed 11 dogs into the 16-16 cabin, but we couldn’t get all of them in the frame for a photo despite NUMEROUS attempts.














