Born To Run In Front

The dog team wound down the ridge through the trees and on to Paxson Lake. On the open lake, the north wind struck like a blow. It was full dark and snowing lightly, the visibility zero. The lake surface was drifted hard with no trace of our previous trail. My headlamp was useless in the blowing drift, and there was nothing for the lead dogs to feel under their feet.Read more here:


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