that would be awesome! There weren't too many technical parts of the trail. Where I took a wrong turn, it was pretty obvious. The other side of the trail was marked where we should have gone. The hills are what killed me. I definitely wasn't in shape enough; muscles I didn't even know I had were sore. XD
We train on the mountin snowmobile trails. We started using a sking trail where you can't go a mile without a hill. My friend was really excited about it.that would be awesome! There weren't too many technical parts of the trail. Where I took a wrong turn, it was pretty obvious. The other side of the trail was marked where we should have gone. The hills are what killed me. I definitely wasn't in shape enough; muscles I didn't even know I had were sore. XD
Yep, Jessie won it. 2nd place was 4-5 minutes behind her. I would love to go watch The Pas. The mass start looks pretty over whelming though.It was a great experience.
that would be awesome! There weren't too many technical parts of the trail. Where I took a wrong turn, it was pretty obvious. The other side of the trail was marked where we should have gone. The hills are what killed me. I definitely wasn't in shape enough; muscles I didn't even know I had were sore. XDYep, Jessie won it. 2nd place was 4-5 minutes behind her. I would love to go watch The Pas. The mass start looks pretty over whelming though.It was a great experience.Yes, I suppose it was a great experience wasn't it. I say that because I can relate to new experiences... in many areas but in this case particularly, MUSHING.The Pas' mass start is
FLIPPINNUTS!!! I was there a cpl times. My wife has a lot of relatives so we were visiting there. I aint much for visiting for 2 weeks on end so I took a walk. Of course I heard the dogs from 2 miles away and when I got close I saw some transport units on trucks and trailers, ran into an old friend from Thompson, and VOILA, ended up catching The Gauntlet. OMG. the dogs yelling and screaming and jumping and lunging..... at that moment I wanted to go get 16 of Seeseep's (skinny mutt looking) dogs and jump in that lineup. It was so exhilarating. My heart was pounding like the sound in my ears. I felt the excitement of the dogs, the mushers' tension, the electricity in the air was practically something you could reach out and touch. Then it seemed like for a split second everything stopped, "POW" and most of the dog yelling was replaced by dogs grunting and gasping in effort to be running, skis "swishing" and the sound of clumps of snow whistling through the air to hit with soft thuds and smucks. Of course there was the very odd dog still kinda barking but still it was amazingly quiet for over a hundred dogs. I don't know how many teams were there but they were lines right across that starting area and it's about 2/3's mile or better across. That was the year old man Cook raced his last . He was ahead of his son at "5 mile to go" point with his son behind him by bout 3 mins. When we raced back to town to catch the "finish" Junior was ahead to claim his "5th in a row !st Place Championship". I still think the old man threw that race for his son. but that last part was in the bush so very few, if any1, saw what really happened.
I was going to run Eagle cap extreme, but I wasn't mentally or physically ready. The dogs could have done it, but we had some set backs that prevented me from meeting up with my mentor for training.
