My time with my friends had come to an end, I had to go to Denali, to start the next chapter. I worried a bit of how I would get there, I reminded my self that the trail would provide. Deciding on the most trusted form of travel, my sweet legs and my thumb, I … Continue reading Denali
The next week or so went by a little better, Hans was away and three of us were free to run the kennel. Without him Hansing it up it went smoothly. My animosity still grew, but I had a light at the end of the tunnel. My next job would be starting soon and it … Continue reading Free At Last
I was approached by Hans the other day; he offered me a position for the next season. My response was simple, I know. He wants me to manage the day to day operations of the yurt viewing and dog tours. I knew that too and told him. My only question for him was how much? … Continue reading Wasting My Young Years
By now I had accepted the suck. My frustrations were ever growing due to Hans’s lack of planning. There were no standards, no easy way of doing anything. Donald had started to help me out more knowing what crap I was in. His friend Luke had been doing the same thing I was but he … Continue reading Accept the suck
My first day was spent with Dris from Belgium at the kennel learning the dogs and the routines for the day. The afternoon was over and we went into the mountains to house sit for the night. He was shacked up in a dry cabin for a friend who was away handling on the Yukon … Continue reading Loosely Held Together
I had received a message in the middle of the night, I was needed up in Alaska. A job offer that had turned me down in October had come back and needed me; that was unheard of. I did my best to stifle my thoughts and emotions, still falling into a whirlwind with them. My … Continue reading The Call
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