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mushy blog  In the morning the sky was brilliant blue without a single cloud. By afternoon, it was that flat white that spoke of snow, air filled with the smell of crystals so small they couldn’t be felt but the dogs knew and lifted their noses. He piled the last of the sled with as much as they could pull, stepped on the back. Within the hour he could see but a few feet in front of him and so settled himself and let his dogs have the run. They know the way. The quiet was broken only by the bark of the lead as he commanded a shift. He found himself obeying as one of the pack, leaning as they did, balancing the load. Hours passed as the forest became more dense and what had been a path was now only a homing instinct, locked in the Lead as she pulled them forward. The man thought he should have left the night before and followed the moon but he had slept instead, weary from a day of bargaining for all that the sled held for his family. Enough to hold them until the thaw in the spring. He could hunt the rest, the wood was even now leaning against the cabin. There was medicine on the sled and surprises for the wee ones. He reddened when he thought of what he had for his woman, his thoughts spinning into a dream. When he felt the tip, he sprung awake, unaware that he had drifted to sleep, the yelp of the Lead sent him off to the bank. The second, lay tangled and bleeding, the snow already covering his hinds, his head straining against the yoke. Tears froze on his face as he pulled the dogs apart. They alerted and watched as he gently detached the yoke from Batu. Amy moved forward to lick the face of her friend, but she snarled as the others tried to join her. She made room for HIM to move Batu to the sled and cover him with his jacket. The team pulled with a mighty strength. Home was near. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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when I spent time in Alaska, I met a woman who mushed. She had a team of ten and she loved those dogs. I had a chance to ride the sled which was by now means a gentle ride. but when we stopped for a break and food, the dogs all curled up around us, lending us their heat. it was "other". she also fished salmon for a living, or part of her living. well that's my comment and hey Amy......I made you pack leader......smiles You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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I love these posts McW! I kinda get lost in your words. What a talent, you and McKept (Optiskeptic), well, best writers here abouts, by a few heads and shoulders!
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Beautiful ty for sharing.. hugsssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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12/1/2016 3:52 pm |
wow , I would never survive in weather like that. and I also feel bad for the dogs.. I know they like it but, that s really intense.. thanks for the blog and the read. face piles of trials with smiles.. MOODY BLUES please feel free to visit my blog happy blogging
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I never got a chance to experience dog sledding when I lived in Alaska although I worked with a couple of people who mushed. They were very proud and protective of those dogs and I'm sure that loyalty went both ways. Wonderful story.  Pagan  Hmmmm....I know I left that wand around here somewhere!
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Brrrrr.  Vive La Difference
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A Great Post...Thanks Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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Another great post. 
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My Malemutes fought like....well, dogs. They meant business! I spent a lot of time hauling them to the vet and getting stitches. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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wickedeasy replies on 12/3/2016 1:10 pm: "grins............two alphas? so, what's with the eye pic, you and RB have a pact?" We do have a pact. I put up the eyeball pic in solidarity with her. All it got me was some weird messages, though, from people who're creeped out by it. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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