On the Iditarod Trail (More)
We’re thinking “race” doesn’t really describe what the Iditarod is about. “Quest,” maybe? “Test?”Any ideas? Here’s Rebecca’s (she’s commandante of Snowhook Kennel, our courageous team) wonderful overnight report:
There is no place like Nome especially around the race. The burled arch is erected on Front Street waiting for each team to welcome the finish of a hard fought race. Constant chatter and slinging of stories from the trail are white noise in the Mini-Convention center that serves as the Nome-based headquarters.
A lot can happen between the seventy-seven mile run between White-Mountain, the checkpoint where teams take a mandatory eight hour layover and the finish line, yet I expect to see the team running up Front Street midday on Thursday. What a race! The team may not have crossed under the burled arch yet, but this race with low snow, a trail that waged war on the mushers, high winds and a high scratch rate is one for the record books.
Is it possible to express my pride in AJ and the dogs that have partnered together in this journey? Hardly. It is the kind of pride that takes my words and fills my heart with burning and my eyes with tears. Can I adequately express my gratitude for the Plunderers who have helped make our dream possible for the past few years? This is a fist pounding on the table kind of a no. My heart and eyes suffer the same result as when thinking of how proud I am of Team Snowhook. Thank you. We are blessed.
Our finish line nears as does Melanie’s. Both are surrounded with love.
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