Howdy Ho everybodies!!!
I'm so sorry that I didn't get you an update last night, but we've been here, there, everywhere, rushing, rushing, driving, sliding, and doing the handler thing to help the Musher and Pretty Curly Tails!
When we last left you, we were nestled at La Ronge waiting for the team to arrive. We were all making sure the beds were toasty warm, and testing all of the hot food to make sure everything was ready for the Musher's arrival.
We got an unexpected visitor in the form of one Rocket Dancing Dog. Rocket had sore wrists and a sore back and wasn't having any fun, so she got a snow machine ride from the LT's checkpoint to us at the hotel.
Rocky was NOT happy about this and refuses to speak to Rocket.
Richard was out making sure the dogs would have comfy places to rest and relax and was warming up his magic massage fingers to work out any crampy Pretty Curly Tail toes or wrists.
For those of you that aren't aware, the Canadian Challenge International Dog Sled race is one of the races where mushers can qualify for the Iditarod! If you are qualifying, then you HAVE to do everything yourself. No handlers along the trail, no help for ANYBODIES, the musher has to do everything themselves and finish.
If you aren't qualifying, like my Musher, then you can pretty much have help by your Handler, and you can take advantage of the local stuffs and things, so when the team pulled in, the Musher took care of the Pretty Curly Tails and told Richard what was going on, then stayed at the hotel room where I warmed her feety feets, and Briffany got her some hot foods and stuffs... and things, and everybodies rested there.
Soon the team was off to the next checkpoint: Grandmother's Bay.
We packed up the dropped Curly Tails and started driving over the river and through the woods to the Grandmother's House Bay thing checkpoint.
I would just like to say at this time that both Briffany and I kept our eyes closed for most of the trip because HOLY MOLEY!!! It was very icy, slickery, slidey, and mountainy, and I nearly soiled my very fashionable ensemble at some points.
Thankfully Richard is the besty bestest driver in the world... and he brought his handy rusty ninja can opener in case we fell off the mountain and had to hunt wild animals in order to survive, or repair the dog truck, or fight off ninjas.
THANKFULLY we made it in one piece and greeted the Musher and Pretty Curly Tails at Grandma's house, then drove to the Stanley Mission for the mandatory 5-hour layover.
This morning, the Musher and Pretty Curly Tails set off for the final check point: La Ronge!