Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tales from the Trail: Part 5
Out of Dawson City, we had a short jaunt down the river and through the outskirts of town before we started heading up to the top of King Solomon Dome. I was a little nervous that the dogs might balk with such a heavily loaded sled and such a long climb, but they were happy and fresh after their long rest. They never looked back to question me and I never stopped running, pedaling, and poling. I quickly started taking off layers and opening the vent zippers on my bibs. So much for the showers in Dawson (yes, I took 2 just because I could). I got to see the sun come up over some of the most beautiful and little traveled mountains I have had the privilege of climbing.
After getting my team taken care of, I visited with the boys and helped them get the fire going a little better. They were planning to take off 3 hours ahead of me. We discussed how to get on track with our timing so we could hopefully travel together again. When it was approaching their time to leave, about 2:30 pm, Bart declared it too warm. It was warm and sunny where we were camped, which is good for resting; not so good for running. They stayed for an extra hour and a half and departed just over an hour ahead of me.
We leap-frogged with Jennifer Rafaeli several times on this run, and I passed her a several miles outside of Scroggie Creek while on a river. The Northern Lights were the most incredible I had ever seen. There were all shades of green, highlighted with red. The was a hugh rope of green from horizon to horizon, arching over us. It seemed so close. If I were just a little taller, I could have touched it. It was quite difficult for me to pay attention to the trail as all I wanted to do was turn off my light and look up. Absolutely beautiful