Wobbly Wednesday
Feb 27th, 2008 by Chris
In any long process there always seems to be a point in the middle where things go wrong. And for some reason it always seems to happen on a Wednesday.
By lunchtime Freya had a blinding migraine and was being sick. There was discussion about whether she could sit with the luggage on another sled whilst her sled went on top of Raikka’s and her dogs were redistributed through the teams. But Freya is not the sort of woman to be beaten and insisted on carrying on driving. I think the thought of being that much closer to the dogs’ bottoms was quite a strong motivator—their ability to poo and fart on the run was extraordinary and a little off putting even if you’re not feeling unwell to start with.
Arrival at Kuukkelinpesä (Siberian Jay’s Nest) didn’t go smoothly either. My two lead dogs, Desperado and Finger, decided to each go a different way around a small tree near the edge of the trail, and they weren’t the only ones. I think three of the six teams managed to get tangled in the same tree.
By this time Raikka was understandably stressed and this started to take its toll on the rest of us. Things started to look up shortly afterwards though, when we walked into the cabin to find the long wooden table in the centre had been graced with a 12 pack of beer!
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