Manly Men and Their Dogs
I have a confession to make. I have a soft spot for enourmous, tough dogs. I totally dig huskies, St. Bernards, Great Danes and the like. I own a Shi-Tsu Poodle mix and a much larger mutt, and I totally dig the big guy. My wife likes the little fuzzy furball (and I do pretty well), but I like the big'un the best.
That's one of the reasons that my heart is warmed every year by something that takes place in the frozen North: The Iditarod. I have family that lives in Alaska, and have always been fascinated by the rugged culture and lifestyle that once (and still often does) characterized the state. I once hiked the Chilkoot trail as a kid (where the movie White Fang was filmed) and was struck by seeing scores of hundred-year-old skeletons of horses that had died while being forced over the trail in winter during the Alaskan gold rush by their idiotic (and gold-grubbing) owners.
The only way to cross that amount of ground in the winter in Alaska? Dog sleds. These dogs can handle serious cold and can seriously get the job done. They make their own makeshift snow caves at night to keep warm.
Though the gold rush is gone, the Iditarod keeps the dog-sledding tradition alive every year with a a 1150 mile long trek that takes over a week and a half. That's longer than the distance between Los Angeles and Denver (as the article above notes).
And this is seriously cold weather. One year, four-time winning musher Doug Swindley took his goggles off while racing to see better, and ended up freezing his corneas. Even today, though still mushing, he's partially blind and can't see well at night. His dogs? They did just fine without the goggles, thank you very mush (sorry).
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