© Theo Theobald
Day on a Dogsled It’s 6:30 am on a January morning. Granite, the sled dog, pulls his tail away from his nose to look over the dog yard in hopes that his human is bringing soup. Chris, a dogsledding guide and Granite’s human for the season, has just arrived at the mushers’ shed and is mixing up 10 gallons of nutritious mink-and-minerals slop to ensure the dogs are well hydrated for a day of pulling sleds. Jane, Jeff, Jess, and Jo are at Britton’s Cafe scarfing down a high-calorie breakfast per Chris’s instructions, in hopes of
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White Wilderness teams on the trail staying warm for their first-time dogsledding adventure. GRANITE(GR): I smell it! Is it soup yet?! So exciting!! Everyone else is excited too! I just have to jump and pull! What a day!! WHAT A DAY!!! AhhhOooo!! Yip! Yip! AHHHHOOOOooooo!! Chris the Guide (CG): Where do those dogs get all that energy first thing in the morning? (Yawn...) OK. Time to scoop poop and serve soup. I’m out the door. Jane, Jeff, Jess, and Jo (Js): We could eat bacon and pancakes every day if we
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