How I adore these pups

Now that the winter has passed and spring is here, the pups and I have relaxed our training. Last Sunday, my husband kindly captured the affection I feel for these amazing canine athletes, my team mates, as we goofed around in the hay field last Sunday.

PENYA

LYDIA

ELIAS

COLT

GREYLING

Our time together ends April 15. It's been one extraordinary journey together, one I'll never forget. I have not experienced this kind of joy in more than seven years. May we all be so lucky, always.

Puppies!

On Presidents' Day, WolfMoon Kennels (where 5 of the THREE BLUE  EYES team boards) was blessed with puppies!

The "blondes": Barkley, Truman, DeeDee

Homer

Ovi

The mom is Soli, a beautiful sleek black eurohound with gorgeous blue eyes.

Soli

Papa pup is Charlie, just about the sweetest big ole hunk of an Alaskan Husky you could ever imagine.

Charlie

THREE BLUE EYES pups might be just a tad jealous; it's hard to resist these little stinkers when I come to Claire's to run my pups and attend to dog chores.

But why should I be the one having all the fun! Enjoy this little video that captures their lives from just a few days old to 6 weeks. Soon they'll be headed off to their new homes - and maybe Claire can get some rest!

Long awaited -- snow

This may be our last run this season (sniff) . . . and it sure was a delightful one.

Out on the Beargrease Trail . . .

Dry spell

The lack of snow this year in Minnesota sure did put a crimp in my plans. Two races were cancelled and I had to withdraw from another two because I did not have enough training miles on the sled to be a solid competitor.

So disappointing, and yet I trust that things are playing out as they should, even if I don't understand why.

I haven't been back on the sled since the mishaps just before the end of the year. So much has transpired since then. A precious friend ended her life in January, and those of us who loved her remain shell-shocked. I came down with the flu soon after and was the sickest I've been in years. The ole joints have really been screaming for attention, and I'm usually the last to hear. But I had to listen up recently when the discomfort got the better of me.

I haven't really had words to describe the sadness, bewilderment, and strain of seeing a dream that seemed so real slowly fade to gray this year. But I stumbled upon just the right language penned by my favorite poet, Mary Oliver. And I've been sitting on some dreamy footage of my pups and me training one foggy morning in January when the sun finally warmed things up. And then I found an extraordinary piece of music (humming, really) by Carly Simon, and something took shape tonight that gave expression to this odd place I find myself in.

The dogs are so beautiful, the experience so haunting, and in the end, I remain hopeful that I am doing what I am supposed to do and grateful for the mentors, the friends, the colleagues, and the family who have seen me through this strange journey.

Beautiful, complicated, and willful lead dog, Penya, from whom I have learned much. 

SNOW!!!!

Incredible. Exhilarating. Exhausting.

I finally got on a sled this weekend. Actually, I got on Bill Wehseler's training sled Thursday. Bill and Rita Wehseler run Stony Creek Sled Dogs, which offers sled dog rides in the gorgeous north woods along Lake Superior in northern Minnesota.

Rita is the expert musher who has made it possible for me to train with 5 veteran sled dogs (Penya, Colt, Elias, Lids, and Greyling). Last Wednesday, Randy and I went up to Schroeder, MN, where my mentor Claire Seekins has a cabin and where Rita and Bill operate their kennel.

I had planned to spend the week training there in preparation for my first race Jan 7. But Mother Nature had plans of her own: We haven't had enough snow to actually get on sleds and my poor hubby has been sick as a, hmmmm, really sick guy. He's had a serious Man Cold and has had to do a whole lot of resting.

Randy and Ginsberg crash at Claire's cabin

But Wednesday, we made the trek up north and, lo and behold, it snowed! And Rita and Bill lent me a sled and, oh my gosh, I have SO much to say and, as usual, not enough time to say it.

In short, I blissed out on snowy trails - and got seriously schooled by my pups on the amazing trail used for the John Beargrease race.

But for now, I'll let this little video tell part of the story. In a word, it was divine!

Happy New Years!!!

Beautiful break of day in the North Woods of Minnesota - Deember 31, 2011