Sled Dogs and a Gutsy Lifestyle
Trip Start Jun 18, 2005
52Trip End Jan 01, 2006
They'll tell you what it's like to ski in the moonlight. "Plenty of light reflecting off the snow," they assure you. "And awesome silence." They'll tell you what it's like to sit in your hot tub overlooking the Chena River, when the temperature is 55 below zero and the Aurora Borealis is flashing crazy colors above your head. They'll tell you what it's like when the river is frozen and you can travel back and forth on your dog sled, or your snowmobile, no need to worry with a bridge.
"There is a freedom," they try to explain, with a wistful look in their eyes. And you believe it.
It was raining when I finally got to Fairbanks, and raining even harder when I left. Nevertheless, I did not fail to see the attraction to this small-town small town, in the middle of our biggest state, where the trees are short, and the sled dogs are legend.
I'm going back in the winter. Got to see those northern lights for myself.