I’ve got several friends that have raced in the Iditarod and Yukon Quest. I organized an Iditarod qualifying race for a number of years, meaning that our race had to meet the Iditarod’s stringent rules for mileage, format and most importantly dog care. I can attest that the care that the dogs received was top notch. Most of the veterinarians that we had were also vets for the big race.
To put things in a little perspective, more people have reached the top of Mount Everest than have reached Nome behind a dog team.
One of the biggest things I miss since retiring from mushing is hooking up a team. As soon as you’d start harnessing dogs, the barking, screaming and leaping would start. You’d hook up your leaders. Good leaders would stand and keep the gangline stretched out. Back to the truck for another dog. Hook the collar. Hook the harness. Repeat. Swing dogs. Team dogs. Wheel dogs. The dog you hook up last because she bites through the tug line of the dog ahead of her in her excitement during hookup if she’s brought up too early. The noise and excitement would build to a frenzy. The team is leaping and banging against the lines. The lines are creaking and popping. The last dogs are hooked up. The sound is now ear splitting. One last look to make sure no one is tangled. Run up and lift a dog over to the correct side of the gang line. Run back and hop on the runners. Reach down, say “Alright. Let’s go.”, pull the pin on the pelican hook quick release and... silence. The dogs, as one, instantly go silent the moment they feel no resistance and surge forward. All there is now is the soft chuff chuff chuff chuff of 56 paws and the swish of the runners over snow.
Yeah. I definitely miss it.