OMGI what did I sign up for. 2 days of husky sledding which meant falling…a lot. Watching dogs go at like some couples I know, either f.ing or fighting. The guide introduced himself ” My nom is Visa like the card I’ll be your guide. He gave us gear, a short lesson and off we went. I fell 1st and the 6 dogs kept running. Heart beating so hard I heard it in my eardrums. Although I had no regrets I began to realize that this was not for everybody. Unfortunately (I won’t go into details) we lost a dog (died) and the 3 females in heat created such a stir that breaking up dog fights became a routine. I would yell in my harshest tone and the more blood I saw I had to use something substantial to avoid further harm. I would pull off a branch tree switch and with all my might try to break up the fights. Sometimes I could but the pitch blackness made me really scared and my head lamp worked but in 35 below it’d freeze. I been bitten before..no thanks. The guide helped but only if he realize I’d fallen behind. Then I remembered Visa saying theses dogs were more like a pack of wolves than pack of dogs. I had nothing to compare this to and writing about this has helped. I have a healthy respect for mother nature even in its cruelest moments, it had defined me to be initially pro-active then have my emotional collapse later. I wish to thank my true friend Cynthia who was with me and Visa the guide. I just didn’t want to cry. May the beautiful husky go quickly to dog heaven. Amen.