I had the opportunity to get to be front and center at the staging and starting line for the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race ceremonial start in Anchorage. I bundled up in about every piece of clothing I own and spent the whole morning hanging out with the mushers, their handlers, race volunteers and of course, the true athletes, the dogs!
I was able to be a part of the whole mushing process, visiting with the teams as they unloaded and hitched up their dogs to their lines, entered the shoot and made their way to the official starting line. The air rang with the yelping and excited barks of anxious dogs ready to start their 1,000 mile plus journey to Nome.
The Iditarod Trail had its beginnings as a mail and supply route from the coastal towns of Seward and Knik to the interior mining camps at Flat, Ophir, Ruby and beyond to the west coast communities of Unalakleet, Elim, Golovin, White Mountain and Nome. Mail and supplies went in. Gold came out. All via dog sled. Heroes were made, legends were born.In 1925, part of the Iditarod Trail became a life saving highway for epidemic-stricken Nome. Diphtheria threatened and serum had to be brought in; again by intrepid dog mushers and their faithful hard-driving dogs. The Iditarod is a commemoration of those yesterdays, a not-so-distant past that Alaskans honor and are proud of.
A race over 1150 miles of the roughest, most beautiful terrain Mother Nature has to offer. She throws jagged mountain ranges, frozen river, dense forest, desolate tundra and miles of windswept coast at the mushers and their dog teams. Add to that temperatures far below zero, winds that can cause a complete loss of visibility, the hazards of overflow, long hours of darkness and treacherous climbs and side hills, and you have the Iditarod. From Anchorage, in south central Alaska, to Nome on the western Bering Sea coast, each team of 12 to 16 dogs and their musher cover over 1150miles in 10 to 17 days.
Mushers enter from all walks of life. Fishermen, lawyers, doctors, miners, artists, natives, Canadians, Swiss, French and others; men and women each with their own story, each with their own reasons for going the distance. It’s a race organized and run primarily by volunteers, thousands of volunteers, men and women, students and village residents.
It was so great to spend the day among the faces of the Last Great Race. As a child, I watched some of these same mushers mount their sleds at the Anchorage starting line and here I was walking among legends like Dee Dee Jonroe and Rick Swenson loving on their dogs and cheering them on as they set out for yet another race to Nome. I was able to hang out with Rick Swenson's team (who sported my favorite fashions, hot pink and black, just like me!)even having the chance to visit with Senator Lisa Murkowski who had stopped in to wish them luck. This year's race could bring forth new Iditarod history as Rick Swenson races for his 6th win and Lance Mackey fights for a 5th consecutive win!
Every year the race sees new rookies making their first trip to Nome. I got a chance to develop two new rookie favorites, the "Mushing Mortician," Scott Janssen (a local funeral home owner) and 19 year old, Cain Carter, step-son of the famous, Lance Mackey. I was able to hang out with both of these new teams, help them get harnessed and hooked up to the sleds and ready for the start. I enjoyed loving on my new furry friend, Joe, one of Cain Carter's dogs.
With the potential for history in the making, I'll be following the race this year, as always, but with a little extra interest as I feel a little more personal investment in some of the teams I spent time with. It certainly was a different look at the race start than I've ever experienced before. I'm excited to cheer them on as they make their way to Nome, some for the first time.
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