Today we started the second day of our trip off with dogs, and lots of them. We took a drive to meet Bill. Bill has around 50 Alaskan huskies. 10 are too young to race, 10 are too old and between 20 and 30 that could potentially race the Iditarod race. Bill told us that all the dogs have jobs, the older female help train the younger dogs, and he keeps all of the dogs until they die. We met Bill and he hooked up 6 dogs to an ATV. He and the dogs then took off. Then we hopped onto the bus and followed them - the dogs would go one way and we would go the other. It was like playing a game of chase. We ended up at Bills house where he keeps all the dogs. Each dog had it own little house and had about a 3 foot chain and was chained to their own little house. After he told us more about the Iditarod race and what it was like. After we finished with Bill, we headed back to the hotel, once at the hotel we picked up our box lunches and ate them in one of our hotel room. Them we headed off to the argoes. We were not sure what they were or what we were getting ourselves into. Lenny was excited because he knew it involved driving. I was scared; all I knew was the it involved driving through the woods and water. Once we got there and we saw the veichicals it confirmed my fears, I was going to get hurt. Once we got all suited up, we got onto the vehicles. Our driver, Scott, started around the first turn with a big jerk (the only way the vehicles turned was by stopping one side of the wheels, but running the other side). After awhile I realized I was not going to die or even get hurt and I started to have fun. Then we got back to the hotel, ate dinner, and went to a campfire, and now its time for me to head off to bed. Today was a great day and I cannot wait for tomorrow, when hopefully with Donna’s positive thinking we will get to fly over Denali.
-- Grace