
Some years ago, my Dad handed me this book. It was one I'll never part with. It is a beautiful love story, with history from the same wild state as the Iditarod --Alaska.
If I ever travel to Alaska, I'll go to Chicken. I'll look for the places in this book. The warm firebox style homes that nurtured souls in such a barren land. And hope that I happen upon a storyteller who knew Ann Hobbs.
We've also read 'The Great Serum Race' an excellent, but less complicated version of the origin of the Iditarod. We are following the race using eIditarod and have chosen our musher, a rookie, 'Middie' Johnson #35, grandson of Henry Ivanoff, who handed the serum package to Leonhard Seppala. Seppala mushed twice as long as any other sled team in this amazing story. Seppala's dog Togo is the star of this book, and it tells what really happened and why Balto is more well known.
We are rooting for an Alaskan, and hoping genetics plays to our odds! Go Middie!
By the way, I heard that you can view the race somewhat through google earth. Hope it's not a wilderness legend...
