But this place, year round population less than 100, still holds my heart. It is the place I would live if I had money and time, but I just gulp it in small doses every year or so, enough to hold me until the next visit. Because it is beautiful:
and there were sled dog races:
|This bridge was challenging!|
|There were 32 teams and many women mushers. Love it.|
And a skijoring race, which Jerry won. To our amazement, our lazy dogs actually ran fast, 2 miles in 11:38 (up a big hill, at nearly 7000 feet). Wish I could run that fast!
|Sometimes the dogs are a challenge, but once they got started they actually pulled.|
|Our own private (hot springs) Idaho.|
Sled dog people, and sled dog groupies, are a friendly bunch. Spectators and competitors mingled, looking at dogs and gear. My favorite quote of the weekend came when a man wandered over to inspect my skis. "Oh, metal edges," he said. "I started skiing at 80, so I made sure I got metal edges."
You've got to love that.