Continuing a dream

As many of my friends and family know - I love dogs.

Since being in Alaska, God has blessed me with a multitude of exciting and life-enriching experiences; one of those being dog mushing. I always knew I would find a way to surround myself with those of the canine persuasion and Alaska has provided that opportunity. Dog mushing it is.

My first time on the runners behind a team of dogs was at the Easter Sunday sled dog races four years ago when I was living in Unalakleet, Alaska. I had three dogs, crashed into another team, and I pushed the sled more than those three dogs pulled it. Still, I was hooked.

A couple winters later I started working part-time for DeeDee Jonrowe, an Iditarod musher. This is where I learned of the basics of mushing, sled dog care, training, the scooping of copious amounts of dog poop, and my love for all that has to do with mushing.

I took a year off from the winter sport to pursue career possibilities, but I soon discovered I had the mushing itch and there's no cure for that kind of itch except to scratch it.

I now will be returning to where I first discovered my love for mushing to deepen my knowledge and experience of the sport. Come October, Unalakleet will once again be called home by yours truly to work for a local musher, Middy Johnson. This time I will be training dogs full-time and participating in local races.

I'm starting this blog to share my experiences of mushing in the great white north with friends and family.

Enjoy!