Today my partner and I went out by Campbell Airstrip Road to catch the second day of the Rondy World Championship Sled Dog Races.
Years ago when my son was young we used to watch the sled dog races each year, and it was bittersweet to think of standing in the snow and holding his small hand as the dogs ran past again, bittersweet in that joyful way that also brings tears to the eyes.
Because these dogs love to run! And we were so close today that we could hear them panting, hear their paws hit the snow, hear the clucking as the mushers urged them on.
I think I love the dog races so much because they remind me of myself and my own yearnings, my own passions, and how much I love to run and write, and how it feels to allow myself to let loose and just go with it, go for it.
But enough talk of me. I’m sure that you’re all waiting to see the photographs, no?