Today is Ophelia’s birthday. ATAO has made it home, to Alaska. The land that calls and calls me, and won’t let me go. It’s been a very long and winding year for me. Probably for Ophelia too, and Hooch as … Read More
(And some non-mushers I know who have these things down.) Being a musher is a foolhardy endeavor. You have to have a dash of crazy, a lot of masochism, and a love for “fun” that bears no real reward … Read More
One week! In one week we will be traveling towards Two Rivers, AK. I will be traveling towards a world I have never seen before. My journey will be evenly paced with a certain transition to this new enchantment. The … Read More
We are on the road! After a couple of warm summer months in Minneapolis saving funds and completing job obligations, Shawn and I are on the road to be re-unitied with The Girls (Hooch and Ophelia!). Well, on a circuitous … Read More
It’s really happening! We’re putting the pieces together. First things first, get back to Alaska. You may or may not know that Hooch and Ophelia are already up in the 49th state, enjoying summer Alaska-style. Hooch is staying with … Read More
It’s happening. It’s taken almost two decades to get this project underway, but as of last Monday, I signed the lease on the cabin I will be renting. In September, I’ll be getting puppies. All in all… I’m finally … Read More
My name is Will. For most of the last two decades, I’ve spent winters handling for all sorts. I’ve handled for two different Iditarod champions, helped get an underdog team into the top ten in the big race, and worked … Read More
In 2000, I stood on the runners of a sled dog team for the first time. I had wanted to since I was seven, maybe before that, but definitely since we moved to Alaska. Dogs and cold and adventure. I … Read More
The first thing about Hooch is the ears. They are literally what stick out about her. When people see Hooch, they tend to comment: “She’s a pretty dog!” Then they remark about the ears. Hooch has been … Read More
I started mushing when I was 14. I had wanted to a long time before that. When I was seven, when we were moving from Wyoming to Alaska, I told everyone I knew I was going to be a musher. … Read More