On The Trail
“You took one of those cold and flu remedies last night?” Spence says.
“Uh-huh,” says Admin. He’s not looking good today.
“And now your head feels like cotton?”
“More like wool.”
“And you possibly changed the clocks the wrong way?”
“Here’s what Rebecca has to say about the Iditarod. They’re so brave and smart. In the middle of a grueling challenge like this it can be hard to keep your spirits up. Only human. Keeping spirits up is a real nation within sort of thing. Take Chet, for example.”
Me? They’re talking about me? If I’d known that was going to happen I might have paid attention from the start.
I don’t think there is a team on the trail that has more devoted fans that AJ. The Plunderers really are something special. The prayers that Amalia and Leonard have written are a thing of beauty and very timely.
As I waited for the gates to open to collect dropped dogs, Garrett and Jesse from the women’s correctional facility, my cell phone rang. The call was from an unknown number, but I knew it was AJ. In Galena he was given the opportunity to check his email. He finally received the news that our dear girl, Rory passed away. He called for details, he called to grieve, he called because he could not believe the sad news. Telling him in this way, apart from one another rivaled the heartache I felt when I received the call from the vet.
For thirteen minutes—seven hundred and eighty seconds we spoke—first of Rory, then the dogs, the race and of home. It was a tough day on the trail, and tough days combined with lack of sleep can cause a lot of different emotions. He expressed concern that he was disappointing me and the Plunderers with his slow run time on the trail and his place in the standings. Nonsense. I spoke of enthusiasm, devotion, pride, support, and understanding what it is to have a dream. “Promise?” he asked. “Promise.” He wants to do the Plunderers proud.
Having nothing to do with terrain, this middle section is always a tough sectin of trail. No longer new, not yet near the end.
Jesse and Garrett were welcomed in the kennel tonight with sniffs, tail wags, and head bumps from the Nation Within and belly rubs and ear scratches from me. Handler Jeremy had a healthy does of kibble, meat and water waiting for both. Frank will be the next team member who will arrive home from the trail.
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