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Iditarod is Happening, My Friend Karin is racing

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    Morning Guys and Girls

    Just and FYI, if you all remember my Alaska Trip in the Fall, my friend Karin who I went with is currently in the middle of the Iditarod.

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    Right Now Karin is currently in Rohn, we stopped there, that is about 300 miles in,

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    This was Rohn,

    They have a site to follow her progress, she is currently 30th and has been maintaining about an 8MPH pace, still 14 dogs …

    Wish her luck, 1000 miles on a sled is no joke

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    Go Get Em Karin

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    my niece used to be married to Dallas Seavey, both he and father Mitch are running again. Looks like a fast pace set.
     
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    I met Dallas and Mitch

    they live around the Lodge and come in, plus the brothers' band has played there..

    Ya, Dallas is an Animal, the winningest dude, isn't he?

    I have a picture with him somewhere, they all live right behind the Lodge
     
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    Morning Guys and Girls

    Just and FYI, if you all remember my Alaska Trip in the Fall, my friend Karin who I went with is currently in the middle of the Iditarod.

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    Right Now Karin is currently in Rohn, we stopped there, that is about 300 miles in,

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    This was Rohn,

    They have a site to follow her progress, she is currently 30th and has been maintaining about an 8MPH pace, still 14 dogs …

    Wish her luck, 1000 miles on a sled is no joke

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    Go Get Em Karin

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    Outstanding and best of luck to her.
     
    I met Dallas and Mitch

    they live around the Lodge and come in, plus the brothers' band has played there..

    Ya, Dallas is an Animal, the winningest dude, isn't he?

    I have a picture with him somewhere, they all live right behind the Lodge
    Dallas is 110% dedicated to winning anything he chooses. He has and uses an analytical mind to plan a strategy. Few are in his class. If he gets the right conditions, he will be hard to run down once he makes his move. Mitch is a cool dude. I can't recall the musicians name, he appears to have little interest in competition. Danny is the stay at home writer. Janine is a babe.
     
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    Hate to be the one to ask.. but where's the snow?
    Pics were taken a few months back.
    Article was posted last September.
     
    Grateful for people who push the envelope like they're hitting and chopping on a blocking sled .
    Prayers for the Female Warrior .
     
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    Frank,
    He doesn't look much taller than you... Were you in those white spike heels?
     
    Oh man how cool is that?! Wishing Karin good luck and Godspeed 😎👍
     
    Those mushers are some bad ass people. Most folks think they ride on the sleds. Hell no, they run most of the way!
     
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    Great wishes to Karin. Safe travels sister.
     
    So, are you saying Karin, is different from Karen?.............I've got a friend that I went to high school with, moved to Alaska around 1975-76 that has run it a few times........
     
    So, "Iron Will" actually IS a documentary?

    And seriously, Kudo's to her for doing this. Just to be on the field of contention is more than the vast majority of our species....
     
    So my USMC Boot Camp Guide,,that we served together at the Talega Zone.
    His mother would ski most of the Iditarod.
    She lived then about 5 miles past the Forks Roadhouse. Within sight of Denali.
    It was great going up there,,later we work at CISPRI,,Cook Inlet Spill Response Inc.
     
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    Stunning, but way to cold for this southern boy. Makes me think of The Cremation of Sam McGee

    19 “The Cremation of Sam McGee” by Robert Service (Ballad)​

    Portrait of Robert Service.


    Biography​

    The Cremation of Sam McGee​

    Published 1907
    There are strange things done in the midnight sun
    By the men who moil[1] for gold;
    The Arctic trails have their secret tales
    That would make your blood run cold;
    The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
    But the queerest they ever did see
    Was that night on the marge[2] of Lake Lebarge[3]
    I cremated Sam McGee.

    Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
    Why he left his home in the South to roam ’round the Pole, God only knows.
    He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
    Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”
    On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.[4]
    Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
    If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
    It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
    And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
    And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
    He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
    And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”
    Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
    “It’s the cursèd cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
    Yet ’tain’t being dead—it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
    So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”
    A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
    And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
    He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
    And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
    There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
    With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
    It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
    But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”
    Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
    In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
    In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
    Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.
    And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
    And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
    The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
    And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
    Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
    It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
    And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
    Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”
    Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
    Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
    The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
    And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
    Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
    And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
    It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
    And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
    I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
    But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
    I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
    I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked”; … then the door I opened wide.
    And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
    And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
    It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
    Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”
    There are strange things done in the midnight sun
    By the men who moil for gold;
    The Arctic trails have their secret tales
    That would make your blood run cold;
    The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
    But the queerest they ever did see
    Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
    I cremated Sam McGee.




     
    Took a quick look this AM


    She is in Nikolia, looks like that delay at Rohn was due to a dog, Race Center has her down one off the team, speed is holding up,

    She is maintaining that nice pace, staying right around that 31st place, about 8 MPH vs the 10,

    Sending vibes...

    Oops, forgot the vibe,
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    Those mushers are some bad ass people. Most folks think they ride on the sleds. Hell no, they run most of the way!
    We had an officer on the PD who was in the next class behind me at the academy. Musher who did the Iditarod and lots of other events. About 5’ nothing and maybe 120 pounds.

    She kicked the living crap out of at least two dudes twice her weight who thought going hands on was a good idea.

    Just a couple of weeks go she sent Picture of her daughter on her first solo ‘mush.’ Daughter is about 8…. Awesome!

    Best to Kar-in! And her team! Special breed right there! And I don’t mean the dogs!

    Sirhr
     
    I couldn't help but notice that the JP made it to Alaska with you, or did that belong to one of the folks you were with?
     
    Another Update,

    Karin is in Unalakleet

    Population 882 -- Situated on the coast of Norton Sound, just north of the Unalakleet River, this village is the largest community on the Iditarod Trail between Wasilla and Nome. Two well-stocked stores, as well as two restaurants, can be found here along with limited lodging by advance booking. The trail is now entering the gateway to the Bering Sea and from here on the mushers can expect sudden storms and an ample supply of wind. The checkpoint is in front of the AC store.
     
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    Brent Sass won
    I think it's one of those events where just finishing is winning... and just having the fortitude to compete... is winning! So well done Brent. But, really, everyone who can handle this is a superior human!

    Hope Karin and her team came through with flying colors!

    Sirhr
     
    Karin is still holding 30th. That’s one tough woman.