6:30 am. 23 degrees.

Headed back to the kennel for some bad news. Sara had called yesterday to see if I wanted to come in and I declined, as I had other work for another company to take care of. B-bear was left to do the tour. A man fell off his sled and as it raced towards B-bear, he hopped off his sled to catch it, but instead post holed into fresh snow. As the sled went around the corner, it swung wide and nailed B-bear in the knee, taking him out most likely for the rest of the season. Although his leg isn’t broken, it’s stiff, swollen and in lots of pain.

On today’s tour, a man fell of his sled and it was headed my way. I radioed E-bear calling for help. As the sled went by on it’s side, I caught it. I was dragged with it for about ten feet before it stopped. As I started to tip it up, the dogs began pulling strong so back on it’s side we went. I angled towards the snowmobile, hoping to be able to stop it or wedge against it. It did and we stopped right before a huge downhill. E-bear caught up to me and helped me tip the sled upright. He laughed at my offer to hold the breaks, because I’m light, I can slow them, but on the edge of a downhill there’s no way I could fully stop them. I did get my finger slammed between the snowmobile and the sled, so ended up with some broken blood vessels and a good bruise, but everything is working dandy. On to another day!