In the almost six years I have lived in the shadow of this mountain I never seen a dog team around here. Today after watching the start of the iditarod, I headed for work and even before I got to the curve at the end of my road there went a team. Then, as I made the turn another passed. My first reaction was, boy, did you guys miss the trail. The Iditarod started 50 miles west of here and headed off in the opposite direction, so that was highly unlikely. These sleds were loaded, though, the old kind of long basket sled and it sure looked like these two fellows were on more than a day trip. They both waved as I slowed down so as not to spook their dogs and then they disappeared into the woods on one of the trials heading toward the river. Another mystery?
Well, if that wasn't one, another did pop up. Last night and again tonight as I crossed the bridge over the river, to the south of me there was a bright light quite a way downriver. It looked strong enough to be a strobe. Last night I had wondered if I should go check to see if someone might be stranded on the ice. I was glad to see it again tonight so there is some other answer. I will try to remember binoculars tomorrow and look for it if it is there tomorrow night. Add them to the list for sure... there may be a story here yet.
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