|Fetching water from the Tatina River.|
The magical scene was dispelled by pissed-off and shell shocked mushers wandering about, eyeing the sled carnage scattered between the trees and venting to those that would listen. I avoided the main checkpoint cabin; I could see scratched mushers going in and out of it. It seemed to have a dark gloom about it and I didn't want anything to do with it.
To be continued......
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Part III: The Hard Part
|The team resting in Rohn.|
|Monica Zappa & Tommy Jordbrudal.|
|Winding through the forest.|
|About to drop onto the Post River.|
|The Post River|
|As darkness begins to fall...|