Dog Sledding, as Intended
Perhaps we’ll leave out the tiny bits of contrasting orange though. The bright tethers of the dogs jingled as they ran, bouncing off of the white, black, grey, and brown of their fur. Behind them I stood on the sled, often mesmerized by their swift movements that provided the only sound on the trail.
We had been dog sledding before on several occasions, but never quite like this. We were racing 300 kms inside of the Arctic Circle, each running our own team, and feeling for the very first time that this is how dog sledding was intended.
Aknil and Obama weren’t making my job easy. It was sometimes a challenge to begin with, given the thickness of the snow with a minimally worn track. The dogs would fight their way through the fluffy stuff, I’d step off often to jog between the runners and give them an easier go. Aknil and Obama, however, had other ideas.
They were constantly yipping at each other. And every time they did, a burst of energy would course through the team and we’d surge ahead, often coming far too close to our guide in front. I rode the brake constantly and just hoped that these internal grievances of my dog team wouldn’t take us completely off track.
We finally made a stop so that a change could be made, another version of puppy tetris was underway. Obama was unhooked and picked up to be carried off to another team, Aknil stayed in the power position directly in front of me, and another was brought and tethered kitty corner. Their gripes would be noted on one of the many spreadsheets upon our return.
This was one of many changes over the day in an attempt to balance speed, power, and rapport. Once the final combinations were set, we were a steady line of three bundled humans with five dogs each, powering us over the Arctic expanse.
Our nourishment and rest at the end of the first day came in the form of hot reindeer stew and then fried cheese for dessert, all served in the glow of a grand kota recently built on the property. The warmth came not only from the central fire, reindeer pelts that we slept on and the sleeping bags provided, but the cuddle partners that were included as a part of the excursion. Four of them in total were let in to sleep with us, one nestled in on the other side of my pillow. Each time I raised my head to turn my body over, I could hear his tail thumping against the wall in anticipation of affection. Only once did he wake me as I slept though, nuzzling his wet nose against my forehead. A quick stroke of his fur settled him, and he left his nose on my pillow. (I did not mind one bit.)
Except that a good rest was very necessary. This was not a normal tourist excursion (besides the facts that we were tourists on an excursion). It felt like a grand adventurous expedition.
At other times, I was blissfully wooed into relaxation. Our guide had warned us not to lose concentration when it would get comfortable, but I didn’t understand how that was even possible until the night drive. My head lamp reached far enough to see the lead dog, but no further – my trust was in the team to get me back safely. I rode the runners like I did skis, loosening my body such that my weight automatically shifted with the curves in the drive. The dogs glided effortlessly under a heavily veiled moon. The silence was pure and peaceful. Big snowflakes blew on my face and formed an actual snowball in my exposed hair, but I didn’t feel the cold.
A quick burst in speed shook me out of my reverie and meant that we were nearing home. The dogs were excited to be pulling us in and could hear the call from their farm-mates who were howling in anticipation of our arrival. I held tight but let the brake go entirely so that I could get a last bit of thrill coming around the corner into the farm.
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