Unplanned fun is the best kind, and so when my phone woke me this morning with Billy on the other end asking me to bring snowmachine oil 16 miles up an ice mountain road, I thought…why the heck not? It was a warm day, in the 30F’s, the sun was popping out from the clouds, and there was a dog sled race at the destination. My only disappointment of the day is that we didn’t bring the kids. (or maybe not so much…it was so quiet)
So we drove up near the end of Oilwell Road in Ninilchik, Alaska at Freddy’s Roadhouse and watched a stopping point of the Tustumena 200 sled dog race. Ate lunch with friends, enjoyed the sweatshirt weather and loved on the dogs.
P.S. Anyone who tries to claim these dogs aren’t having the time of their lives, has clearly never watched them run. Are there abusive mushers? Of course. And there are abusive cat owners, and horse owners, and hamster owners, and parents etc… The musher’s I’ve been around live for their dogs and the dogs live for them.