A Musher’s Worst Nightmare

[@thomaskowalcky4553]

Oh, how I can relate to this. On a sled run with four Siberians my team actually became detached from the sled and took off without me. I almost caught them on foot but with a burst of speed they were gone up a steep hill and around a corner out of sight. I knew the trail had some steep drops off the edge and I worried they would go over. I chased in the snow for about ten minutes when suddenly they came back around another curve totally unharmed. What a relief! My lead dog Dante had turned the team around and brought them back. I took them back down to the bottom of the hill. They thought they were done. But NO! I hitched them back to the sled and up the hill we went again. Mushertom in CT.

[@ronaldtoros8510]

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