Cold nights and warm days. Lows are just below zero with highs in the twenties. A classic heavy March snow fell leaving the trails as solid as mash potatoes. Nevertheless I broke trail the other day on a nice slow "walk with skis".
For the last week or so my mind as been up along the Iditarod Trail following the running of the "last great race". It's been an exciting race to track as long distance dog teams continue to get faster, mushers get bolder with strategies, and the elements ever-changing. Our local distance race was run this week as well. Poor early season snow conditions forced the John Beargrease Sled Dog Race to push the event into March. The race runs from Duluth to the Gunflint Trail and back. We spent an evening "on the Beargrease trail" at a check point along the Gunflint Trail cheering on a couple of friends and neighbors who were running the marathon. This is the first winter in some time that I haven't committed my spare time to running dogs. Even though it's been a little tough at times I wouldn't trade these days at home with the family for any amount of miles on the trail. Following the races help ease my yearning for making miles on the runners.
Inside I've been busy with finishing carpentry projects, playing with Penelope, and my latest experiment brewing beer. I'm two batches into the game an it turns out that this fits pretty well with the way my brain operates. I like to think of it as an adult chemistry laboratory experiment. Either way, the booze hasn't made us go blind yet and it even tastes alright!
A view into the woods along the ski trail