Mushers
are on the trail to Nome even as I keyboard this. How did it all get
started? Find out in Father of the Iditarod: the Joe Redington
Story, by Lew Freedman. Seeing that dog mushing was becoming
less common (think snow mobiles) and old trails abandoned, Redington
wanted to do something to preserve this important part of Alaska's
past. He was a master at promotion (just look at the result)! There
was not much money for that very first race so the same sign was used
for both the start and the finish, it was just turned around! The
finish line was marked with the mix for red Kool-Aid!
According
to the blurb on the back of his book Beyond Ophir: Confessions of
an Iditarod Musher, an Alaska Odyssey, author Jim Lanier caught
the mushing bug in the 1970's (his first Iditarod was 1979). Read
about his time with his dogs, on the trail, in training ... both good
and bad, funny and sad. Easy to read, the author has a nice style.
His descriptions made me happy I was inside, where it was warm! :-)
Remember
when doctors made house calls? Now, imagine doing that in the
Northwest Territories and you have House Calls by Dogsled: Six
Years in an Arctic Medical Outpost, by Keith Billington. He and
his wife were nurses who did much of the medical care in this remote
area. Excellent read about the challenges here, and not just the
medical ones ... when word got to the higher ups (far, far, away) a
memo was sent that dogs could NOT be kept on a medical site
(which is where they lived, pretty much available 24/7). Sometimes a
doctor was needed ... enter one of the amazing bush pilots! ... and
a community that gathered together with toilet paper and kerosene to
make a landing strip.
I
know you are not to judge a book by the cover, but this is a book I
did pick up because of the cover. I'll admit it right up
front, I have not ready any of Jack London's books, but even so, I
really enjoyed Jack London's Grand North, by Philippe Lansac.
Full of photos (by the author), excerpts from London's writings, pen
and ink sketches, it was a great arm chair journey of where Jack
London went when he was in the north.
Reading
Hermit With Dog