7:00 am. 18 degrees.

Days have been reaching the 40’s and while it’s hard for the dogs to run in the heat, I’m ready for a little sunshine and an end to winter!

Had a tour with Kris where I couldn’t do anything right, but that’s par for the course, so didn’t let it get to me. I think Kris may be a little stressed about spring and the trail not lasting too much longer. A little snow the last two days will hopefully save us. The day after, I had a tour with Stu-bird where the women had been out every year for the last four years, so they knew what they were doing. They had lots of love for the dogs which was nice.

Danny, the cover dog is becoming quite the star. Tourists are taking pictures of him and he’s handling fame well.

I forgot to mention I had a save about a week ago. It was a Superman save, where you drive the snowmobile up to the runaway sled and jump, praying you catch the bar of the moving sled, which I did. You’re then in the position of having your arms on, but your body dragging behind you. The next challenge is climbing up the runners of the sled to a standing position, where hopefully you can stop the sled.

Because the father and daughter had been driving together, there was no weight in the sled, so even with both feet on the brake, pulling up as hard as I could on an uphill, we didn’t stop. The others caught up and all was well. Stu-bird suggested I jump with an anchor to help stopping. I told him I didn’t want to die.

I’m not that coordinated. Jumping and catching the sled is lucky. Jumping with a razor sharp anchor in my hand is tempting fate.