Here’s a video to show off the team. Unfortunately, we haven’t yet mastered the art of recording so you’ll have to tilt your head to watch it. Travis shot this while out on a run. Loon and Hatchet are in lead. We are hoping to get a gopro camera here soon so that we can take some stellar footage. Right now we are using my little Canon Power Shot point and shoot. It used to work really well but we went on a puppy walk this summer and I stupidly dropped it in the river…. Whoops!
Fall Training Update
There is something soothing about the fall, the way the sun starts to trickle through the yellowing leaves. There’s something soothing too, about the routine of change that it brings: the tourists leave, children return to school, and, everything, even the Earth, seems to let out a great deep sigh. It’s over, it seems to say. It’s time to settle down. The heat slowly fades away and the dark returns and, sometime when you aren’t looking for it, the mountain tops begin to get dusted with snow. Most begin to prepare for the long hibernation that winter will bring, but not us.
We shake off the heat and welcome the cold that has begun to linger in the morning air. We look forward to days when our windshields are frosted and we have to blow on our fingers to keep them warm as we run out to the car. We are dog mushers and, with the cold, we welcome back a way of life we’ve had to let go of over the summer.
Fall training starts well before the heat leaves, but it never truly begins until the first cool morning when the cold catches your breath so that you can see it when you exhale.
This is the start of my favorite time of year. The beginning. For most, it comes later when the snow is on the ground and we are running on sleds but, I like it all. The fall brings a raw excitement to the dogs and to us: there are so many possibilities that are always present at the start of something new and it’s exciting to discover them.
To be perfectly honest, we do not know what this season will bring. So far, we’ve seen nothing but changes, both big and small. I’ve become a part of Turning Heads Kennel in a way that seems as if I was never not a part of it. Our routine here seems so familiar, so inherited. We’ve seen many dogs come, perhaps too many, because in a few short months our kennel has grown to about thirty dogs and we’ve seen a few good dogs go too, who we’ve entrusted to friends for the season and who we will lovingly welcome back in the spring.
But so far, our days have been peaceful. The teams look good when we run them: they are always eager to go and do every thing we ask of them. We run them through rivers where they have to swim, up hills where they have to pull extremely hard, we make them pass side long and then head-to-head and all the while they simply never stop going. Their feet don’t tire, their heads never hang low — they are always ready, always wanting more.
Sled dogs are amazing animals. All they do, all they want to do, is run. And here it shows. In the morning they sing to us, wanting to run and in the evening they sing to us, joyous, after they’ve run. And while they are running they smile. And if we stop running for a moment they’re anxious and eager and pulling and trying to run again.
When we finish, there are plenty of wagging tails. Everyone is let loose, one at a time, and we watch as they go back to their house, some go fast, anxious to get home and to get fed, others meander casually about, stopping to sniff and say hello to their neighbors. But they all get there, each in his own time, each ready to settle down. That is, until their evening meal is brought out. It’s devoured before it’s ever entirely in their dish — their heads get wet from plunging in so furiously.
At night, The dog yard smells of sweat and fish and, overhead, now that the summer has faded onward the stars have come out again and we are reminded once again that the days are not endless. Winter is still a long ways off but, in these moments under the electric lights of the dog yard, our breath and the dogs breath steaming out we can begin to feel its fingers wrapping around us. It will be upon us soon enough.
So far this fall, Travis and I have stayed busy. He’s has been travelling again for work, but we managed to make it up to Willow recently for the Sled Dog Symposium and to see old friends. We spent the evening at Dallas Seavey’s house, drinking beers, feeding dogs, talking about dogs, and making mac and cheese. In the morning, we ran dogs with him and helped get him going on his fall training. It was a good time. After, we shot targets before heading to visit with Team Ollie, whom I used to work for when I lived in Massachusetts and who recently moved up here. We got to see the house they are building, visit with my old dogs and old friends.
Then, we went to our friend and fellow musher, Wade Marr’s house to pick-up some of our dogs – Zema, Madori, Guiness and Mary. They spent the summer with him in Skagway and they finally came home. We got to run them up in Knik, where Wade lives and ended up coming home with two other dogs: Naboo and Bayou. All-in-all, it was a busy day but we enjoyed running dogs on other trails with other people
Well, that’s all for now. I will try to post more. My goal is to try to find time to post once a week. It’s been hard between work and running dogs and all the normal chores we have to take care of. Hopefully, we’ll find our groove and get to posting more.
Fall Training Has Begun
Travis and I started fall training today by running two dog teams. The first run, we went five miles. We left the yard with Hope and Rally in lead and were off. It was good to get back on the four wheeler to train. I’d gone out two or three times prior to this, but inconsistently due to mechanical errors (flat tire, replacing parts, etc.) but now we have the four wheeler back (and Travis!) and are good to go.
The start of the season is always hard. You don’t go fast. The dogs look out of shape. They haven’t found any semblance of a rhythm and are just sort of moving. But, hey, that’s something. Isn’t it? And these dogs look amazing. To say we’re excited about this season is an understatement.
We ran down to the river only to find it was completely flooded. Still, we gave it our best. We aren’t exactly the quitting type. Poor Hope was trying to swim not run, swim, upstream to get us to the trailhead. If she could have done it, she would have. We ended up giving her a “gee” command to turn her off course and follow down river because it was clear the current was just too strong. The whole team got sopping wet, including Travis. He’d gone into the river to try and lead them across and sunk up to his waist before we decided to take them a different way. Still, the dogs seemed a little disappointed that we’d been defeated. But it didn’t last long. We let the wet dogs stand for only a few minutes before they were back barking like mad, trying to get us going.
We’ll give it a day or two to quit raining before we try crossing the river again. Still, it was an impressive battle. Next time, once the river calms down, we’ll try and bring a camera. (Which may be a struggle because we haven’t got a functioning one at the moment). We’ve got some pretty intense lead dogs and would like to show you. After that, we ran through the sub-division. The dirt roads are good on their feet and there are enough puddles to keep them cool.
After five miles, we took the first team home, hand a quick drink of cocoa, then hooked up the second team. This time, with Jane and Hatchet in lead. We went four miles with these guys making loops around the neighborhood. Travis was impressive with Jane… when he left this summer she wasn’t a lead dog. I hooked her up front a couple times because I see some real potential — good attitude, great appetite.
We also hooked up Moe. This was only his second run and he blended right in with the team. That is, until we shut the lights off on the fourwheeler. Then he balked on his line and seemed to be seeing “Oh my god! I can’t see! What’s going on!” We turn the lights on and he’d start pulling again, we turn the lights off, and he’d get unsure of himself. Eventually, he seemed to learn that running in the dark wasn’t going to kill him.
Well, it was a good first run and a great way to open up the season. We’re looking forward to tomorrow and getting to take the teams out again!
A Note On Blogging
Well, our goal for the summer was to get a website up in time for the fall. So far, so good. We’re on track to be done. We have a few more pages to iron out (our sponors’ page and how to sponsor, as well as a our dog section) but for the most part, Travis and I are happy with how things are looking.
We’re starting to try and figure out how we want to do our blog/updates. So far, they’ve proven to be a challenge: summer has kept us busy and, for the most part, away from one another. While Travis is working in Anchorage, I’m down in Seward taking care of the dogs and working full-time. Our dog adventures have been somewhat limited in the summer months due to heat and trying to get weight on the dogs in time for fall training, but we’ve gone on some really great hikes / free runs with the dogs.
Bud, Pilot, Apache, Weiser, Hatchet, Larry, and Curly all enjoyed spending time at the Seavey’s tour kennel in Seward but are happy to be back lounging around in the yard eating yummy kibble and fish, digging lots of holes, and getting lots of love and attention. Hatchet recently travelled up to Anchorage and is keeping Travis company while Travis works at the WildRide Sled Dog Rodeo.
In terms of updating, we’re going to be updating at least once a week when training officially begins. We’d like to provide more of a behind-the-scenes look into how we do things and will be posting as many pictures as possible. We’d love to post some videos too but right now the only way we can do that is on our point-and-shoot camera. We’re hoping to eventually require a GoPro camera so that we can take HD videos while mushing and not have to worry about holding on to the camera but…they’re expensive. Right now, we’re pouring our money into buying dog food…
Speaking of, we just picked up a half-ton of Eukunuba. We’ve been really happy with it so far. The dogs coats are looking absolutely incredible and we’ve gotten a nice deal on it though the bill is still pretty hefty. Anyways, I picked the dog food up last Tuesday when I was up visiting Travis. This probably sounds like no big deal, you know, all in a days work, except Travis’ truck is a manual and I don’t know how to drive manual.
“Here,” he said and tossed the keys at me. “You’ll figure it out. It isn’t real far. You’ll be fine.”
I was less than excited at the prospect of learning to drive a manual on my own in the middle of Anchorage but we needed the dog food and he couldn’t take the time off. So I obligingly hopped in the truck and…wait? How do you start a manual? It took me a few minutes to figure out then I popped her in reverse and…stalled. I proceded to pop along until I finally got to the feed store. Pulling into the lot, it was clear I had no idea what I was doing: everyone stared.
Still, we got our dog food and will be able to feed the dogs for another month or so. We’re heading up to Fairbanks tomorrow to visit Lance Mackey’s kennel and to look at some dogs. We’re not too sure what we have planned but it’s been awhile since we’ve really been able to spend time together without work butting in the middle of the two of us — really, since July 4th — so it’ll be nice to have a few days to ourselves.
We’ll take pictures and post them when we get back. That’s all for now…leave us a message if you stopped by!
Puppy Walks
While Travis has been up in Anchorage working at the Wild Ride Sled Dog Rodeo, I’ve gotten to raise the puppies… Bud and Jane had four boys: Chief, Micah, Chumley, and Big Haas. They all have such unique personalities and it’s been fun watching them grow. Calling them puppies is…well a little inaccurate. These days, they’re more like dogs.
I’ve really enjoyed taking them on walks and exposing them to all sorts of new stimuli. We walk the river beds and they storm through the water, we walk down trails and they run off into the bushes, we play in the back yard and they run around like maniacs — they’re a fun group.
They turn four months old on the 31st. To celebrate, I’ll be taking them on some sort of adventure… Though these days I can’t take them all at once! They are simply too big.
Here are some videos from when they were smaller: