A hot bath- a real soak, not a sprinkling- makes all the difference after an extended run on the sled. A chance for some time with no sound louder than water dripping, and the occasional groan of a body- to quote from Lethal Weapon I to infinity- "too old for this S***!"
Don't get me wrong. I can cover more territory, see more people, and do my job better on a sled, but the noise!
There are moments when, just stepping out in the snow, hearing the sound of your breath, and if you are lucky, the crystaline sound of snow being blown along the snow pack, makes you dream of days before snowmobiles. On those crystaline nights when there is nothing to be seen but the stars and aurora above, and the light of home close by, you can forget telephones and fax machines, e-mail and the trappings of modernity, and...breathe.
But, for now, what I need is to kiss the FCC good night, and get some sleep.
Later, Mushers!
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