For those of you unable to pick up the latest edition of the newspaper from the Northwest Territories. The following is a piece coming out this week.–
Just as it would seem dog sled races are equal opportunity events for the ones providing the pulling power, so to do they provide an equal opportunity event for the Mushers. Not often do you come across an event NOT divided between male and females. Dog Sled racing is truly an open competition, how novel.
As a spectator, the only drawback comes from not being able to view the entire 22 mile race unless a ride can be had with one of the locals who trails the race by snowmobile. Perhaps an enterprising person(s) could find a way of entertaining the crowds while they wait. Approximately 1 hour and 10 minutes passes, the teams can be seen off in the distance making their way home. Ears, legs and tongues flaying about in all manner of direction, yet, with 22 miles traveled, the little balls of energy are still keeping a strong pace. In an almost poetic symbol of time passing, a physical change comes into focus as team draw near. Each one of our contestants now wears a well earned white beard, formed not from decades of aging but from some long term heavy breathing.
The races comes to a close for the day, a distinct difference has spread over the place from wench the race began. An almost utter silence now overwhelms. Today’s athletes are spent, eating and lounging about. The only interruption to the silence of exhaustion is heard as the riders share tales of their Saturday afternoon trip on The Great Slave Lake