Dog Sledders and Other Walking, Talking Miracles

firstgreatraceOne of the most memorable mornings of our trip to Alaska was getting up close and personal at a real dog sledding camp. Unlike the beautiful photo-shopped pictures you might see in magazines, these dogs weren’t so pretty in the flesh. In fact, they were bred for smarts and speed.

It was so inspiring to see how much our dog owner/musher loved his animals. It was also heart-warming to see how much they loved him back. During our several hours at this camp, we learned a lot about how the real-deal sledding dogs are born, raised, trained, and how they thrive in this harsh, harsh land.

I just kept thinking…those who call Alaska home are one tough breed (human and canine alike.)

On our last day, we were able to spend a few hours in Anchorage, and it was at an open market where we had the privilege to meet one of the original founders of the Alaskan Iditarod.

Now author, Dan Seavey, ran the first Iditarod race way back in 1973 and has written, The First Great Race: Alaska’s 1973 Iditarod. Seavey’s story is compelling, amazing, and awe-inspiring. Readers will get a rare insider’s look into dog sledding in the early days and how the sport has developed over the years.

After having visited a dog sledding camp myself, then having read Seavey’s account of this adventure of a lifetime, I came away with the same conclusion…those who call Alaska home are one tough breed.


2 thoughts on “Dog Sledders and Other Walking, Talking Miracles

  1. A few years ago we visited a dog sled camp on a glacier in Alaska. I even got to drive the dogs. It was a warm day (relatively speaking) but was struck by God’s perfect design of each species to not only survive by excel in what He wants us to accomplish.

  2. Agreed! I was so impressed by the give and take between the musher and his dogs…how much they depended on each other in even the most grueling circumstances. That musher knew every nuance of every one of his dogs…and they heard his voice amidst lots of loud distractions…reminded me of the value of listening well to God’s still, small voice.

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