The days are slowly shortening. The last brilliant purple and pink fireweed petals hang to their tall, almost barren stalks and slowly, the weather is changing. It’s been a little cooler and a little rainier: fall is slowly weaving it’s way into the landscape. The beginning of the end of summer is slowly coming upon us. The 2013 Iditarod movie was released several days ago and Travis has already studied it half a dozen times. The fervor of fall training starts to eat away at him.
“I really just can’t wait to train,” He tells me. “These dogs are incredible.”
A few nights ago, we were dragged out of the house by our friends in an effort to beat the heat and have some fun. We headed out to Bear Lake, a few miles north of downtown Seward to go boating and swimming. The water was warm — and not “Alaskan” warm either. The water temperature was a balmy 64.7 degrees. The best part? We launched ourself off an amazingly built rope swing only accessible by boat for a few blissful hours.
It felt wonderful to fling ourselves like Tarzan into the water. When we splashed, we would sometimes see the red backs of spawning Salmon jump up and flick the surface. When I first let go of the rope, I thought I’d come up gasping because the water would be cold but it was absolutely wonderful. We stayed out late and swam and swung ourselves off the rope for several hours.
What fun.
