When I was 20, my dad and I, along with much of the rest of the Boy Scout troop I was part of, went to Alaska to visit an assistant scoutmaster* who had invited us—it’s not like the few dozen or so of us were showing up unannounced. We went during the summer, so it was sunny outside nearly 24 hours a day, which is a little unnerving at midnight. Nonetheless it was a fun, unforgettable trip. While we were there we got to see a whole farm full of sled dogs who participated in races like the Iditarod and … Continue reading A jog with my dog makes me feel husky