OK, yeah, waking up like THIS, can make up for a good bit of sea-sickness, fo sho. (btw: I found a half tab of meclazine in the morning and another at around 3PM was the ticket).
With my speedy reflexes, I quickly take a flawless panorama, before the clouds F everything up.
Passengers and tour guides all trying to find each other.
We find our tourguide, and after a rather long windy road trip, are at what can only be described as DogTown(tm).
DogTown(tm) pop. 120. (dogs, that is ).
He's actually very nice.
He's not growling, he's howling with the rest of them.
Once the dogs know they are going for a sled run, they go NUTS and bark LIKE CRAZY so loud, you CAN NOT HEAR A THING!
One of the few actual Siberian Huskies on the team. Heavier, more powerful, insulated--but slower dogs-- have been replaced with faster, skinnier dogs which can win Iditarod races.
The chariot we will be pulled by 18 dogs. It's made from an old VW, and has brakes.
The first crowd. 18 dogs, hauling ass, and the Musher rides the brake!
cannot forget to snap some beautiful sights from this wonderful meadow.
And we are OFF! Max speed is about 20-25 MPH with the brake riding the whole time. They ride the brake to teach the faster dogs to save their strength and run for distance instead of speed. True max speed might reach 40mph!!
A dog-hauling truck.
On our course, they purposely stop at the water to allow the dogs to cool off.