The air is charged with the sound of 17 howling huskies, and the snow brake I’m standing on with both feet quivers as the brawny dogs in front of me strain against their harnesses. n It’s not a moment for misgivings or second thoughts: Either you hold tight as you release the brake and the dogs snap forward, or you’re left behind as the sled races toward the mountains in the distance. I choose to hold on. n Already charged with adrenaline, I’m prepared for the rush of euphoria that accompanies our first leaps across the ice, but I wasn’t expecting the silence. One moment, it’s orchestrated chaos accompanied by nose-to-the-sky howls; the next, it’s utterly hushed except for the crunch of snow beneath the runners.Read more here: http://www.utsandiego.com/news/2013/jan/13/tp-mushing-in-maine/
