Stormy's Cabin

Every kennel has a story of a dog who started it all, and for Ryno Kennel, that’s Stormy. I fell in love with Stormy at SP Kennel. After leading my first Iditarod in 2012, Stormy retired to my couch and was the nanny to all the pups at Ryno Kennel. Stormy taught kindness, calm confidence, and manners. I’m not sure her hackles even worked, or if they did, she never used them. Stormy passed away last summer, but her calm presence is still felt at the kennel in the actions of all the pups who grew up under her guidance. The first cabin we built on the property has been named “Stormy’s Cabin.” She oversaw the entire building process as well as ensured that the wood stove was warm enough and functioned properly. Thanks for the sign, Cody!

2012 Iditarod

Husky Hikes

Last week, Kalyn, 17 canine athletes, and I headed down Chena Hot Springs Road for a day hike. There’s a beautiful trail that isn’t on any recreation maps, so (knock on wood), every time we’ve headed there for a hike, we’ve had the place to ourselves! Most of the time we stick to trails close to home for our summer walks, but every now and then it’s fun to take the pack and get up into the high country. And this trail goes up and up and up and up and up, so in a short period of time, we’ve climbed from the Chena River Valley bottom to the very top of the surrounding peaks. The views are spectacular! Some day I’ll try to take photos with Kalyn in them, but for now, she’s the primary photographer and snapped some magnificent photos.

New Recruits

We’re pretty excited to welcome FIVE new recruits to the Ryno Team! These five are special for a couple different reasons-

1) They’re from our friends at Hey Moose! Kennel. Kristin and I have traveled many miles together, including an entire Iditarod and Yukon Quest! I’ve always loved the spunk and happiness of her dog team and am excited to add these five to the roster.

2) They’re all relatives to our current Ryno all-stars!

Smoky and Otis

These two powerhouse boys are direct brothers to our rockstar- Cooke! They’ll be turning three this summer. Smoky and Otis are inseparable, hence why we don’t have a single photo of them individually. Otis is outgoing, boisterous, and the loudest dog in the yard. He does best running near the back of the team. Smoky is playful, yet more of an introvert. He can be a bit hesitant meeting new people, but he quickly warms up and seems to stare into your soul. This spring, he ran in team, swing, and wheel. I’m hoping with a bit of confidence, he might be a leader like Cooke!

Otis (L) & Smoky (R)

Oryx

Oryx is part of the African litter, meaning she’s siblings with King Louie, Vanessa, Nile, and Badger! She has their INSANE energy and spunk. This past winter, she finished the Yukon Quest with Andy. Good job Oryx!

Oryx

Loretta

Loretta and Dolly are Cooke’s older sisters. They have the same parents but were born a few years earlier. Loretta has quite a resume including Yukon Quest (3 times) and Iditarod. Her personality reminds me of Katy- super affectionate with a calm, confident demeanor. She’s been around the block (aka 1000-miles) just a few times.

Loretta

Dolly

Talk about adorable. Dolly is Cooke’s older sister, and like Loretta, she has finished multiple 1000-mile races. Dolly led the majority portion of Andy’s Yukon Quest this year. She’s very loving until it’s go-time, then she’s harness banging to run!

Dolly

We’re so excited to welcome these athletes to our team!

Puppy Runs!

With yesterday’s cooler temperatures, we took all the dogs out for a nice, short stretch-out run! For Bert and Ernie, that meant it was their first time in harness, and they were excellent!

When putting pups in harness for the first time, we typically run each dog by themselves so that they can focus on the task at hand and not worry about playing with their neighbor. We also hook the team up slightly away from the dog yard to try and create a slightly more quiet, calm environment. Both Bert and Ernie were naturals, although Bert did try to turn around in harness a couple times, which can cause a pretty big tangle! Spinning around, excitedly barking, chewing on lines, or trying to chase squirrels are all common behaviors for a first time pup. It’s the manners part we have to train, the pulling comes naturally!

Petzl and Scarpa have also been rockstars! Scarpa can be a bit of a heathen at hook up (pouncing all over her neighbor), so for this run we had her run by herself. That being said, once we give the READY?! command, both girls are leaping forward in harness and ready to go. We’re very excited about their futures! Petzl is food motivated and loves human affection. Scarpa loves adventure and exploring and isn’t as concerned about whether or not a human is nearby, which is interesting because as a pup, she stayed right by my heels on every puppy walk. Go figure!

We’re looking forward to cooler temps over the summer and next fall so that we can really start working with this puppy class!

Bert

Ernie

Petzl

Scarpa

Spring!

Hiking-mobile

Even though the title of this post is “Spring” it really depends on the day. Just last week, we received 6-8 inches of snow. Since then, the temperature has been reaching 65-70F each day. And Friday it’s supposed to snow again. Go figure! Spring time in Alaska.

What’s in store for the Ryno athletes this Spring and Summer?

Vacation time! We’ve just finished creating the canine hiking-mobile. In the past, I’ve let each dog loose from their spot in the yard, and then off we went on a short. By building the ATV trailer with dog boxes, we can now start farther from the kennel for new sights. Also, sometimes my canine walking companions like to beat me back to the dog yard. Typically this isn’t an issue, but a mischievous pup likes to rummage around in areas they shouldn’t (dog food tent, trash bags, steal a bone from their neighbor, etc). The ATV allows us to all return to the yard at the same time! And it’s great practice for the young dogs to ride in dog boxes, learning that normally it means we’re about to do something fun and exciting!

When not hiking, the pups are sleeping in the sunshine, playing with their neighbors, or chewing on bones. There have been a handful of generous dog fans who have mailed tasty treats and fun toys- thank you! Thick, 8+ inch long bones and Kongs (which I freeze with goodies inside) are some of their favorites, so if you have a favorite pup who you’d like to mail a treat to, these are safe bets! Let summer vacation begin!

Hiking group of Lefty, Rucu, Cooke, Bowser, Cartel, Goblin, Bull, and Amelia.

Brooks Range

Ever since arriving in Alaska, I’ve dreamed of exploring the Brooks Range by dog team. After living in Alaska almost nine years, we finally made it a reality! Mushing with a dog team into the heart of the Brooks Range is a bucket list item for many Alaskan mushers, so when we had some free time after the end of our expeditions with Last Frontier Mushing Co-op, we jumped at the opportunity to head north.

Temporary Parking Location

Saeward (Ryno crew), May (guide on our Wild Women Retreats and yoga instructor), 21 canine athletes (K. Louie, Badger, Cooke, Nile, Vanessa, Loretta, Smoky, Otis, Yuker, Elmer, Uno, Amelia, Rucu, Supai, Lefty, Goblin, Bull, Thresher, Mario, Bowser, and Yoshi), and I loaded up in the F250 dog truck and settled in for the 10-hour drive. However, I should note one minor detail. “Loading up” isn’t our normal “load up” of pulling the truck next to the dog yard, storing the gear in the back and letting dogs loose to easily call them to their individual boxes in the dog truck. Nah, that’s just too easy! Every spring for about 1-2 months, the driveway into our little slice of paradise turns into a wicked mud pit, forcing us to park about a mile away on a gravel road and shuttle everything (gear, sleds, dog food, tents, dogs, humans) from the kennel to the truck. So the day before our departure, we loaded all the gear, and then the next morning, we ran two teams by ATV to the dog truck, at which we loaded up our expedition party and off we went! NORTH!

While some might consider driving with dogs to be a hassle, I find traveling with the whole pack to be a fun, thrilling experience. It forces you to stop more often for pee breaks, drive a little slower, and oftentimes, a canine companion (or several ) snuggle into the cab. Plus, whenever you do stop, it’s like having a rowdy sports team, jostling with each other, bantering, and trembling with excitement for the adventure to come. It’s hard not to get caught up in all the enthusiasm.

Car Selfies

The view from the truck

So after about 10 hours of driving north, passing through Coldfoot, Wiseman, and Atigun Pass, paralleling the Trans-Alaska Pipeline, and sharing the road with dozens of truckers, we arrived at the mouth of the Atigun Gorge. Prior to leaving, we’d talked with several other mushers who had already traveled north and determined that Atigun Gorge was a must-see, assuming the overflow and glare ice wasn’t too bad. As we pulled into the parking lot, we were surprised that no other dog trucks were staged in the parking area. The Gorge is a popular place for mushers to access the Brooks Range. Glancing across the valley to Galbraith Lake, another staging area, we could see several vehicles, indicating that most mushers had chosen to mush to Brent Sass’s camp on the other side of the road. Instead of using this as an indicator of trail conditions up the Gorge, we thought, how fortuitous, we get this magnificent country to ourselves! Later, we learned why most folks had chosen the other side of the Dalton Highway.

Since we pulled into the parking lot late in the afternoon, we thought it’d be a stretch to load the sleds and mush to our planned camp that evening, so instead we went for a fun run. We each took 4-dog teams and scouted a few miles into the Gorge. We found glare ice, a few areas with deep overflow, but otherwise, we concluded it was certainly do-able and we’d embark the following morning. The trouble with traveling up the Gorge is that as temperatures rise in the spring, the runoff trickles down from the surrounding peaks and settles as a layer of water over the ice of the river (hence overflow). At sections where the walls of the Gorge are tight, there can be no escape for a dog team to get around deep overflow, so you have to be prepared to mush right through it.

The next morning, we loaded up our three sleds with hundreds of pounds of gear, hooked up seven canine athletes to each sled, and loudly clattered our way down the Gorge, scraping our claw brakes on the glare ice, pinballing our sleds off boulders, and giggling and laughing the entire way. Now THIS is an adventure. The dogs thrived. I felt like Lefty (who was leading for my team) and I were of one mind. The directional commands in mushing (Gee for right and Haw for left) don’t really articulate how far gee you’re asking your team to travel- 90 degrees? A gentle gee followed by a swooping haw to skirt rockfall? And there’s nothing more annoying than a micro-manager, so incessantly shouting commands isn’t great communication either. But miraculously, it didn’t require much. A gentle direction here or there, and Lefty was on it. Edge around that deep pool of overflow. Trace the high ridgeline of ice directly across the river to then work our way along the far bank. Lefty just knew the plan. And he was a great role model for all the yearlings in the team. For example, the correct path wasn’t always the easiest. We might have to dash through overflow to avoid being trapped in deeper overflow later on, and rather than balk, Lefty would plow ahead and the youngsters would throw themselves into their harnesses and eagerly follow, picking up on his excitement.

May, Saeward, and their teams were amped by the terrain as well. Goblin single-led for Saeward. Although driven, he’s a stubborn one, so it took the whole trip before he’d listen to Saeward’s commands. Instead of listening to Saeward’s drier path, he’d put his head down, ignore her command, and blaze through the deepest water as if to say- this is the shortest way to reach the team in front and WIN! May’s team, on the other hand, was captained by Cooke. Like Goblin, he was unfazed by the deep water, but he was at least willing to listen to May’s suggestions. Well, most of the time. May’s team was so fired up, that she had to let two dogs run loose and only have five hooked to the sled, otherwise she’d surely spend the whole time being drug down the ice on her side.

(Side note- one of the funniest sights of the trip- my team was calmly standing on the ice of the river. I look back to see May and team come launching off the bank, hockey-sliding across the ice, promptly falling onto her side, and then ever so slowly being drug past Saeward and her team. The dogs, with determined faces and haunches low, were grinding against the friction of May being drug face-first down the river and ignoring her calm requests of woooooah, woooah. Those little turds didn’t let up until they were parallel with my team, and I could reach over and grab the gangline! Haha! I can’t imagine the whole incident from Saeward’s perspective! Saeward standing on her sled, watching May get drug on her side at about 3 miles per hour, up and then around Saeward’s sled and continuing on down the river at a snail’s pace. Haha! May is such a good sport).

Anyways, long story short, the mush in was an adventure. The final couple miles before we reached the Sag Valley, the water had frozen up and the conditions were excellent. So we set up camp and then began the hunt.

Mushing Fail. Video commentated by May.

I debated about whether or not to share about our hunt. Hunting can be a polarizing topic, and even beyond that, it is often a private experience. But I’ve decided to share our experience more as a story of empowerment, because that’s exactly what it was. All three of us gals had played a support role in many hunts. May had grown up in Wyoming and helped her family harvest elk to fill the freezer. Saeward grew up bird hunting and had helped with deer hunts. I’ve tromped through the mountains with Derek on his hunting pursuits. But never before have any of us had to make all the calls, and it’s not really the norm for women to do so. Upon moving to Alaska, I’ve met many amazing women who do go out and harvest their own meat to fill their family freezer, but it’s certainly not the norm. So our hunt was a test for ourselves. From the scouting to the glassing to the harvest to the meat storage, we had to make all the calls. And on the second day when we successfully mushed back to camp with a caribou stowed away in the sled bag, we were elated. It was a group effort, and we’d all challenged ourselves and pushed ourselves out of our comfort zone. I feel fortunate to live in such an incredible place with so many natural resources and thriving wildlife, to be surrounded by fearless, driven people and courageous, incredible dogs. Alaska is a land like no other, and just when you feel like the harshness of the place has worn you down, you accomplish something that fills you with love for Arctic and sense of self-reliance. So at the risk of coming off as sappy and dramatic, I decided to write about our hunt and include it in this blog. Outwardly, I’ve tried to play it cool as if I’ve been on loads of hunts and it was no big deal, but inwardly, I’m cheering- holy smokes, we did it ladies!

Lefty leading the way up a hillside.

Ok, moving on. After our hunt, we knew we had to get out of the Gorge soon, because every day we spent in the Valley was another day for warm air to melt the snow on the hillsides and fill the Gorge with overflow. The next morning, we loaded up camp and started the trek back to the truck. Immediately, we were swimming. And this was on the section that had been good on the way out! Lefty still launched into the deep overflow and deliberately criss-crossed our way up the Gorge, but it wasn’t uncommon for the sled to get bogged down and stuck. I’d have to run to the front and heave at the brushbrow to unstick the nose of the sled from the overflow, calling up the dogs. At the next gravel bar, I stopped to wait for Saeward and May and suggested that we travel closer together in case we have to help each other’s sleds across. Putting a big smile on my face, I said, “we’ll just see how far we get, and if we don’t make it out to the truck today and have to climb to higher ground to camp, that’s no big deal, we’ll just do that.” May and Saeward, smiling wide, always optimistic, were fantastic travel companions. “Sure thing!” they said. Apparently I was the only one concerned. Fortunately, my concerns were unwarranted. As we continued up the Gorge, the spots that had been bad a few days prior were frozen, so with the exception of the first few miles, the mush out was glorious! Once we returned to the truck, we loaded up all our gear and the dogs and drove around to Galbraith Lake to start part two of our trip.

The west side of the Dalton Highway somehow had a monopoly on the snow, and wow- was it a musher’s paradise! Brent Sass operates expeditions out of a large, multi-tent base camp. He acquired a much-coveted permit that allowed him to take a snowmachine in from the Dalton Highway. In this particular area, the first five miles on either side of the Dalton Highway are closed to motorized vehicles, but by Brent having the permit, he was able to bring a snowmachine in and create trails galore! The trails ventured high into mountain passes and up expansive valleys. He was very welcoming to other mushers, so when we arrived, he gave us a general overview of the trail system and said- have fun! We set up our camp on the other side of the pond and enjoyed the premier trail access.

When it was finally time to pack up and make the long drive home, it was hard to say good bye to the North Slope. Looking over the map, we scouted out new valleys and drainages that we’d like to explore and promised ourselves that we’d be back next Spring. Until next time Brooks Range.

Heaven?

Spring Trips

And just like that, our tour expeditions have wrapped up for the season! Wow, what a whirlwind. We’ve spent the past month bopping between home and the Denali Highway in the Alaska Range. It’s hard to believe that traveling down the Highway, camping with dogs, and spending time with fellow dog lovers and adventurists is now part of my job! If you had asked me 10 years ago what my “job” would be, I’d have never dreamed it would include all that it does now: 1000-mile dog sled races, expeditions, day and aurora tours, reindeer farm. And I’m sure in another 10 years, I’ll still be baffled by the direction that life has traveled.

I recently saw a quote about embracing uncertainty, and it really hit home. So much of mushing involves uncertainty, and the resulting anxiety (whether rational or irrational) can at times feel overwhelming. What will the weather do? How will the dogs behave? Should we rest three hours? Four hours? Five hours? Will the truck start? Will the truck break down? Will the sled hold up? Will the guests have fun? Did I remember everything? What should I pack? Yet- it seems that the most rewarding experiences come from the most uncertain of situations. So as the quote was saying, embrace that uncertainty. Have fun. Let it lead you on an adventure.

But wrangling back in my rambling mind, I brought up uncertainty because I believe it plays a big role in our expeditions. On our side, there is much uncertainty. What will Mother Nature throw at us? Snow? Wind? Cold? Heat? Will there be good snow? Will the truck and our gear make it to the trailhead? How much food should we pack? Will the guests have fun? Will they enjoy dog mushing? Will the sleds hold up? But chatting with some of the guests, this trip is equally uncertain. For most, they’ve never been dog mushing. And we toss them on a dog sled, give a 30 minute tutorial, and launch them down the Denali Highway behind a charging team of dogs. And all that uncertainty transforms into a thrilling, rewarding, trip of a lifetime for all of us. We met so many incredible people this spring. I won’t name names to respect their privacy, but I’m inspired by their lives. There are some amazing people in this world. And there are some amazing dogs. I feel lucky to have spent the past month with some of both.

Here Moosey Moosey

This one hurt a bit.

Lefty and Thresher

Kalyn the dragon and May the Wilderness Stretching (aka yoga) leader

Paige, May, myself

And I should note, we have one more trip planned. Saeward, May, and myself are headed to the Brooks Range! Live on winter!

8th Place and Sportsmanship Award!

Saeward and team finished the Two Rivers 100 in 8th Place and received the Sportsmanship Award! Way to go! Thank you, Saeward, for taking such good care of the Ryno athletes and writing up this recap for all of us to enjoy!


The trail conditions were more challenging than we expected. First, it was very warm and sunny. Second, the first 20 miles of the race were deep sugar snow; in places the dogs would sink in up to their bellies. I think the yearlings were running in such deep soft snow for the first time ever, and it took them a while to get their running technique down. Everyone pulled hard the whole race, and they did great on the uphills. My 8-dog team actually passed multiple 12-dog teams on big uphills, and those other mushers were pedaling or running while I was on the drag mat.  We averaged 7.8 mph for the first run, although some of that was due to frequent breaks.

Saeward’s bootie haul

 For the first 10 miles, we moved very slowly and took lots of breaks in the shade. At first, the four yearlings were all high-stepping in the sugary snow and then sinking in awkwardly as they tried to learn how to run in those conditions. We started with booties on only their back feet and that turned out well because the snow was filling up the booties and tearing them off. I probably passed around 200 booties on the trail that had fallen off other teams, although I only managed to pick up about 50.

 After about 10 miles, all of the yearlings had finally mastered a somewhat normal trot, and we sped up slightly but continued to take frequent breaks due to the heat. By the time we had reached mile 20 in the run, the day had started to cool slightly and the trail conditions had firmed up.

 At mile 30, we’d gone through our overflow for the day and the sun had dipped below the trees, so we stopped for a 10-minute break. We snacked and I put booties on everyone. The trail firmness continued to improve throughout the rest of that first run.

 We only stayed for 5 hours at the checkpoint because after a certain point all the dogs woke up and decided they were done resting. When we left the checkpoint they were pulling like maniacs.

 The second run was much easier for everyone, mostly due to cooler temps and nicely packed trails. I was on the drag the entire second run, and the team picked up a lot of steam in the last 10 miles. We averaged 8.1 mph. In the last 5 miles I passed a musher from the 200, and he tried to chase us. Everyone looked good, so I let off the drag a little and we sped up to about 9 mph. The other musher couldn’t match the pace so he ended up falling behind.  Everyone was quite amped up when we pulled into the finish.

 Ham: Ham is my hero and a fantastic leader. He pulled so hard, did great passing other teams, and was the team cheerleader every time we stopped. I think he was the most tired dog on the team when we got home, but boy was he happy.

 Ewok: She’s a fantastic leader. She provided so much power and enthusiasm. She was nervous about passing teams but did alright with Ham’s encouragement. She did a wonderful job with Ham of keeping the team away from the deepest spots of soft snow on the trail.

 Vanessa: Pound for pound, Vanessa probably provided the most power of any dog on the team. She’s a good little munchkin, and was a great example for her partner Thresher when he wanted to be distracted by squirrels and other wildlife.

 Flash: Flash normally pulls hard, but she definitely kicked it up a notch for this special occasion. She did very well in the heat, too. If only she didn’t wake up the yearlings at the checkpoint by trying to play with them…

 Thresher: This little squeaker is super hard-working and was probably the most graceful of the yearlings in the soft snow. It only took him a few miles to get a nice trot going. He did seem to get the hottest of any dog on the team, and when we stopped he took the longest to cool down. He often squeaks as he runs to indicate excitement, and it’s super cute.

 Bowser: Bowser pulled hard on this race and wins the prize for most consistent yearling. He’s such a laidback dog that he does a good job of working hard and steady without overexerting himself right at the beginning. He pulled with confidence when passing other teams, which is a skill he has sometimes struggled with a bit in the past.  

 Faff: Faff was in wheel position (right in front of the sled) for this race. This required more coordination and grace than being farther up in the team, especially given the soft snow conditions. She really stepped up to the plate and pulled hard. About halfway through the second run, Faff started looking back at me a little more often, although she was still pulling hard. I stopped and checked her over and didn’t find anything wrong at the time, but when we finished the race she had a slightly swollen wrist. She’s been getting a daily massage and is recovering quickly.

 Bull: This guy was sweet, enthusiastic, hard-working, and a little klutzy. Bull took the longest of any of the yearlings to learn how to run in the soft snow, so we took it slow for several hours until he figured out a smooth trot. Despite his awkwardness, Bull pulled very hard for the entire race – even on the initial steep hills where he looked like a baby giraffe trying to swim. Despite how hard he worked to run, Bull finished his race by sprinting victory laps around the yard before settling into his house for a well-earned nap.


While Saeward and team were racing, the rest of the dogs, myself, and Derek headed to the Denali Highway for our first 5-day expedition of the spring! A big thank you to Kalyn and Saeward for holding down the fort while we were away!

Lefty and Cooke

Lunch Break

Ice Caves

And they're off!

Ham, Saeward, Bowser

Saeward and Team hit the trail at 12:50 for the first 50-mile leg of the Two Rivers 100! The trail will travel from Chatanika Lodge to Two Rivers Lodge. The trail report warned of frozen glaciation, warm temperatures, and some fun technical sled driving. Go Saeward and Team!

Saeward ready to rock!

What do you think Faff is saying to Bull?

One More Race!

Just when you thought the Ryno Kennel racing season was over, we’ve signed up for one more race! Saeward will be running a team of eight Ryno athletes in the Two Rivers 100 starting tomorrow!

For the past couple months, Saeward has been conditioning four yearlings to prepare them for their first “longer” race. She’s taken them on camping trips and gradually increased the miles, so that tomorrow at noon, they’ll be ready to rock their first 100 mile race! Saeward and team drew bib #28, which is the 8th bib for the 100-mile racers.

Who will be in Saeward’s Team?

Ham and Ewok

Vanessa and Thresher

Flash and Bowser

Faff and Bull

Saeward

Also, you may recall that Saeward handled for Kalyn during her Copper Basin 300. Now it’s Kalyn’s turn to handle for Saeward! The best place to get race updates will be on the Two Rivers Dog Mushers Facebook Page. Since this will be the yearlings first 100-mile race, Saeward’s main focus will be getting them to the finishline with wagging tails and energy to keep on running! (Which is important since the race ends at Pleasant Valley Store and Saeward will just run them home afterwards!)

While Saeward and Kalyn are participating in the Two Rivers 100, Derek and I will take the majority of the kennel down to the Alaska Range for our first 5-day expedition. Time for some camping! Fingers crossed this warm weather cools off soon!!