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“Hauling the dogs up to the Artic at the beginning of every season was hectic to say the least. Most mushers’ trucks are equipped with two story dog boxes that slide nicely into the bed of the truck. They can fit a whole team comfortably in individual cubbies. That might work for 45 lb racing dogs, but dog boxes make no sense for a team of 25 burly malamutes. Not only would it require a five story box, but I’d also have to lift dogs in excess of 100 lbs up over my head to get them in. That’s just unreasonable. So, instead I tethered 11 dogs in the back of the truck, and 11 in the trailer and off we went up the Dalton Highway looking like some insane combination of the Beverly Hillbillies and a clown car with the dogs drooling on each other and their bushy tails waving in the breeze.”
― Malamute Man: Crossing Alaska's Badlands
― Malamute Man: Crossing Alaska's Badlands
“Memories of the dogs I’d lost to wolves in the past tormented me all night—the pup’s collar lying on the snow, torn in two, and a trail of blood leading away.”
― Malamute Man: Crossing Alaska's Badlands
― Malamute Man: Crossing Alaska's Badlands
“The team hesitated at first and then slowly began ascending the pass. There wasn’t a trail and I knew there were some deep crevasses ahead. But I trusted Bear. The wind was increasing in velocity, and to make matters worse, it was getting dark. We were bucking hurricane force gusts that seemed to tear right through me. Several long hours went by and the ground started to level. We were almost on the summit. When I dragged my watch out of my pocket, I was stunned. We had been struggling for six hours.
Finally, the wind died a little as we crested the pass and I stopped the team. I quickly limped up to Bear. His face was covered with snow and ice and his eyes were completely closed. I peeled his ice mask off and his eyes opened. He seemed to smile. He had led us up that mountain pass and through the blizzard with his eyes closed.”
― Malamute Man: Crossing Alaska's Badlands
Finally, the wind died a little as we crested the pass and I stopped the team. I quickly limped up to Bear. His face was covered with snow and ice and his eyes were completely closed. I peeled his ice mask off and his eyes opened. He seemed to smile. He had led us up that mountain pass and through the blizzard with his eyes closed.”
― Malamute Man: Crossing Alaska's Badlands
“I knew I had played a game of dead man’s bluff with Mother Nature and she had the winning hand.”
― Malamute Man: Crossing Alaska's Badlands
― Malamute Man: Crossing Alaska's Badlands
