In January, we had the Kuskokwim 300 dogsled race! Everyone drove down onto the river and parked in two lines leaving a space in the middle for the sleds to go between. They had huge lights set up because it was already dark and everyone was dressed up in their warmest winter clothes. It was around -20 that night and there was a windchill so everyone was prepared; except me I guess. When I got out, I was so cold and only got about 50 feet from the car before my forehead started hurting really bad. I guess my hat was not meant for extreme cold. I went back to the car but Jeff continued on.
The excitement there was palpable. The dogs were tied up in their teams; yipping and jumping into the air. They knew something was going on. It was a great experience!
Did I mention that it was cold...?
Is he crying BECAUSE it's cold...?