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When I think of the Iditarod trail, my first thoughts are 65 below zero and wind the kind of wind that pushes through zippers; zero visibility in blowing snow; and mind-numbing hallucinations. I also see a vast land that is totally indifferent to all humans, let alone a man in a hurry. Why is Alaska the last frontier? Is it the illusive beauty or supernatural vast expanses? Why, year after year, do athletes from across the lands make pilgrimages to this distant mecca of savage beauty? Alaskans call it Iditarod fevera test for dog's best friendThe Last Great Race.
Well, hold the phone. After two of three human-powered sufferfests, we're on to the big kahuna. From McGrath we begin the battle to cross the interior of Alaska. Mushers say "this is where man breaks from normal life." As if out here is normal, the wind blows so cold over the next 800 miles you can "piss and lean on it" as they say in the north. For a group of veteran Extreme racers, McGrath is the end of one race and the beginning of another. The continuation of something bigger millennium bigger, the race to Nome is as big as it gets. Many have tried, 10 have made it, human powered. The race to Nome is huge, the cash purse small, the fear of failure enormous. So why do this? Human-powered to Nome is the crown jewel of wilderness adventure. The road to Nome reads like a bad dream, working to stay on a pace with Iditarod dog mushers, riding over mass quantities of dog s*!t. Pedaling down the brutally cold Yukon River, crossing a splitting, heaving sea ice on Norton Sound and wind, wind and more wind. Stay tuned for upcoming reports along the Iditarod trail. Take a cyberactive glimpse into the mental maze of two maniacsstriving to be as tough as dogs. Pat Norwil, MountainZone.com Correspondent
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