Indian Summer

Soaking up the late September sun.

Mt. Washington (from below)

We were really looking forward to driving up Mt. Washington at the end of our New Hampshire trip. We even woke up at 4 AM to make it there as the sun was rising. But remember what I said about making plans? 

On the way to the mountain, we realized the road was closed until 8:30 AM, so scaling the peak for sunrise wasn’t an option. That was disappointing, but we kept going.

Then we realized there was a little asterisk next to September 21st on their website. It was ATV day, and the auto road was closed to cars. 

We considered taking a guided tour up the mountain, since those were still running. Or taking the cog railway. But both would require at least two hours to complete and we couldn’t leave Denali alone in the car for that long.

So, we were shit outta luck. We still got to see the sun rise and watch the mountains’ colors change from dark green to blue to purple. I’ve never been too far west, so these were the tallest peaks I’ve ever seen.

We’ll leave that peak for another adventure.

Again, the full album is on my Flickr.

Camping in New Hampshire

When you’re camping, especially in colder weather, the majority of your time is devoted to starting and maintaining a fire. The rest is spent cooking and eating around said fire, and sleeping.

It may be boring to some, but I love how primitive and natural it feels. In the cellphone service free woods of New Hampshire, all you have left is each other and the stars.

Sugarloaf

These photos are from our hike around New Hampshire’s White Mountains. This was the Middle Sugarloaf trail, right around the corner from our campsite. We weren’t too sure which trail would offer the best views, but I think we nailed it.

It was a short but steep hike, and we encountered so many active older ladies on the trail. It was pretty inspiring to see seniors kicking that mountain’s ass. 

More photos to come. I certainly can’t choose just ten favorites from the weekend’s adventure.

Or if you’re anxious, the full album is on Flickr.

Fall is Here

Day two of fall training. It was a bit warmer and more humid, so we took it slow. The squirrels are very active right now, and Denali needs to learn to keep her prey-drive in check!

Mushing Season Begins

I took Denali camping up in New  Hampshire this past weekend, but I haven’t had time to go through the 500+ photos. So for now, here’s a picture from our first official run of the 2014-2015 season.

Happy fall!

Stairway to Heaven

We finally hiked the “Stairway to Heaven” section of the Appalachian Trail, from Pochuck Valley to Pinwheel Vista and back. This was definitely one of the most versatile hikes I’ve been on. 

The trail starts out on a mile of boardwalk over marshes and through fields of wildflowers. You eventually make your way through a forest, then back out over train tracks and through a cow pasture. The last mile or so is a steep incline up to the Pinwheel Vista viewpoint.

The hike is a solid 7.4 miles from the entrance point on 517, to the viewpoint, and back. Most of it is easy, though – except for that last “stairway” up to the top. Definitely worth checking out!

Planning on Planning

I’m a planner. I’ve got note books with me everywhere I go to keep track of plans. My Evernote account is filled with reminders for things I need to get done. If I write it down, it’s the first step towards fruition.

Of course, circumstances change and the things you plan for don’t always work out. That’s why you make back-up plans, and back-up back-up plans.

I planned to go on a cross-country, dryland-mushing road trip this fall. I wanted to hit a few national parks, camp out with the dogs, and experience amazing new places. I even had enough vacation time to make the trip do-able (though it would basically drain my PTO for awhile).

As much as I wanted to make this trip happen this year, there were too many things weighing against it. Aside from some personal matters and job related concerns, the main issue was my equipment.

I’ve got two dryland dog rigs/gigs/carts (whatever you want to call them):

The smaller one on the left is about 40 pounds and I can lift it, by myself, onto my bike rack. It’s what I primarily use when I travel around NJ trails, but it’s not really the most comfortable or sturdy contraption. The steering bar is far from intuitive and the wheels aren’t big enough to go over branches.

The larger rig is close to 90 pounds. It’s clunky and doesn’t fold down, so there’s no easy way to hang it from my bike rack. I ended up buying a cheap, China-made trailer to transport it. Which works, but I don’t trust it for a 4,000+ mile journey.

So, now what? I obviously need a safe, easily transported cart to make this journey possible. I found myself circling around the Arctis Carts website, as I tend to do at least once per season. I’ve wanted one of these dog carts since I first started mushing, before I even had enough dogs to pull it. The price tag and shipping cost always pushed me away, but I decided it was finally time to take the plunge:

(Photos via Arctis Carts)

Since things never work out as you plan, I couldn’t actually place my order for this season. The manufacturer is back-logged until next year. In this case, it works out for the best – they’ll be traveling to the Northeast next summer, so I can avoid the shipping cost and pick the cart up directly from maker. So then, just maybe, I can start making plans again.

Hump Day

Hump day. Wish I could be exploring right now.

The thing about Mushing Kennels

Obviously, I support mushing. Owning huskies, I know they have this built-in desire to run for miles, and mushing literally harnesses that drive. They were bred selectively to have this mindset and ability. If you’ve ever encountered a working dog, whether it’s a herding Border Collie or a retrieving Labrador, you realize there’s something in these dogs’ brains that tell them, “I have a job to do.” And, not surprisingly, they are most happy when they get to do it.

Mushing can get a bad reputation, from the extreme “activists” like PETA to every-day-folks who are just ill-informed.

The other day, Kevin Russ posted a photo on Instagram showing a sled dog mama and her litter. My immediate reaction was, “Aww, yay, sled dog pups!” I scrolled passed a few of the comments, and saw an uproar about how the dog was kept.

I don’t know anything about the musher who owns these dogs or the quality of the kennel. The only judgement I can make is based on this single photograph, and from what I see, it’s nothing out of the norm for a sled dog kennel. Take this photo for example. This is what a typical, large scale kennel may look like:

This isn’t the photo in question (you can navigate to Mr. Russ’s Instagram yourself and take a peak), but I’ll describe it for you:

People saw a mother dog chained to her dog house, in a fenced in, grassless yard. There were a few turned over bowls near the dog house, and in the distance I could see what was likely tumbleweeds of shed fur (dogs normally blow their coats when they whelp a litter). The kennel looked clean, and the puppies themselves were surprisingly pristine and happy-looking. I say “surprisingly” because puppies are usually covered in dirt from wrestling with each other. Source: I’ve raised three dogs form puppihood. 

I get it – people don’t like seeing a dog on a short chain, attached to a house. They want to see clean bowls side by side, filled with food and water (which they likely were, but after a tornado of puppies blows through, that doesn’t last). They want to see thick, lush grass beneath their paws. 

This just isn’t realistic. I only own three dogs and I can tell you, lush grass and nice aesthetics in your yard aren’t going to be a priority. I also know plenty of mushers who chain their dogs to their houses, while also having large dog-runs available for exercise.

There are plenty of good reasons to have a dog chained. If you have 20+ dogs, meal time would be absolute mayhem without a means of separating each dog. Or if a dog is in season and needs to be kept away from males. Or if you’ve got dogs that don’t get along unsupervised. It’s no different than a person who crates their dog at home (and if you try to argue that crates are cruel, you can take a look at my dog currently napping in his crate on his on accord).

People seem to forget that these dogs are living the life they were bred for. Yes, they may spend some time on a chain, but what about the hours they spend running along beautiful wilderness? A pampered house dog could only be so lucky to experience what these dogs do on a regular basis. These dogs aren’t suffering, your overfed couch potato is.

Again, I can’t speak on behalf of every single kennel. There are good guys and bad guys in everything. But that’s why you can’t make sweeping generalizations. Then the good gets lumped with the bad, and mushing gets labelled as inhumane. To me, it would be inhumane to outlaw what these dogs love. Take a look at my three wack-jobs prior to a run last season and see for yourself – they look pretty miserable, huh?: