<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:24:32.861-07:00</updated><category term='Iditarod'/><title type='text'>Mrs B's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-3901114338427212920</id><published>2007-03-25T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:15:37.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyeska</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rgb0elpDgZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MJpQw_3pEkM/s1600-h/Looking+up..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045989238852780434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rgb0elpDgZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MJpQw_3pEkM/s320/Looking+up..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rgb0SVpDgYI/AAAAAAAAANI/PDFznV7C-G4/s1600-h/Tram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045989028399382914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rgb0SVpDgYI/AAAAAAAAANI/PDFznV7C-G4/s320/Tram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rgb0FlpDgXI/AAAAAAAAANA/L-iPxwrKfCc/s1600-h/Eating+at+the+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045988809356050802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rgb0FlpDgXI/AAAAAAAAANA/L-iPxwrKfCc/s320/Eating+at+the+top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rgbz2VpDgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_jjuTduFLZ8/s1600-h/Alyeska+skiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045988547363045730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rgbz2VpDgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_jjuTduFLZ8/s320/Alyeska+skiers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some views of Alyeska Ski Resort south of Anchorage. We took the tram up to the top to eat lunch at one of the restaurants. It was such a gorgeous day, we wished we all know how to ski!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-3901114338427212920?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/3901114338427212920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=3901114338427212920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/3901114338427212920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/3901114338427212920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/alyeska.html' title='Alyeska'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rgb0elpDgZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MJpQw_3pEkM/s72-c/Looking+up..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-807655160542563770</id><published>2007-03-25T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:57:52.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turnagain Arm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RgbwWFpDgVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ligq-xA-psY/s1600-h/Turnagain+ice+pads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045984694777381202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RgbwWFpDgVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ligq-xA-psY/s320/Turnagain+ice+pads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RgbwMFpDgUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VHMKAIg9VE4/s1600-h/Turnagain+with+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045984522978689346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RgbwMFpDgUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VHMKAIg9VE4/s320/Turnagain+with+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RgbwBlpDgTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/geIRyaC62-s/s1600-h/Turnagain+with+tracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045984342590062898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RgbwBlpDgTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/geIRyaC62-s/s320/Turnagain+with+tracks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day we followed part of the Seward Highway south from Anchorage to the Alyeska ski resort. The body of water that flows from the Gulf of Alaska northward to Anchorage is called Cook Inlet, named for the famous English explorer Capt. James Cook. Capt. Cook took his ships up the inlet in search of an illusive Northwest Passage. He was fooled once by sailing up a wide passage called the Knik Arm. It was a deadend. He was fooled again by trying another passage, ended up turning his ships around again. Thus, this waterway became known as Turnagain Arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove along Turnagain Arm and were amazed at what we saw on another clear day in Alaska. The mountains were clearly visible surrounding us. We saw valleys shaped like a "U," which means they were carved out by glaciers. In the distance we saw Augustine Volcano (4,134ft/1260m), an active volcano last erupting in January 2006 and often causing the Anchorage airport to shut down when it spews ash and steam. Nothing happening when we were watching, thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We looked out over the water, but saw "chunky ice soup" with circular ice pads scattered here and there. Seeing many pull-off places to stop and look, we decided to stop and take some photos. To our amazement, when we got out of the car, we discovered the ice soup was moving very quickly inland. You did not see the movement just looking out the van window. We couldn't believe how fast the ice was moving. It made a quiet shushing sound as it moved. We concluded that this was the tide coming in. This body of water is known for its "bore tides," which are the second highest tides in North America. Sometimes the tides come in so fast, they come in as a wall of water. We were so curious as to how fast the ice soup was moving! Some of us guessed 20mph, 30mph, 10mph. We hopped into the van and tried to slowly start moving, so we could match the speed of the water to the speedometer. Not very scientific. Not very accurate, I bet. The ice soup seemed to stop moving at 3 mph! I read later that the water can move 10-15mph. Maybe the ice topping made a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our return trip about three hours later, we stopped the van again. The water had reversed! It was moving just as quickly in the opposite direction as the tide was going out. Just amazing. We will have to return someday to explore the Seward Highway in warm weather. This is a great place, I understand, to see beluga whales and lots of other wildlife on the Kenai Peninsula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-807655160542563770?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/807655160542563770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=807655160542563770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/807655160542563770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/807655160542563770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/turnagain-arm.html' title='Turnagain Arm'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RgbwWFpDgVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ligq-xA-psY/s72-c/Turnagain+ice+pads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-3335355561815023236</id><published>2007-03-18T17:50:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:20:14.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Railroad, Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3zUrGOe0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/s_tNCmV9a28/s1600-h/Gorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043454694216596290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3zUrGOe0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/s_tNCmV9a28/s320/Gorge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3zHrGOezI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/csHqX9PgjK4/s1600-h/Alaska+RR-Open+Ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043454470878296882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3zHrGOezI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/csHqX9PgjK4/s320/Alaska+RR-Open+Ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3zArGOeyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qBlaA6m8mb0/s1600-h/Alaska+RR-Breakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043454350619212578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3zArGOeyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qBlaA6m8mb0/s320/Alaska+RR-Breakup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we looked down hundreds of feet into deep gorges, it was interesting to see places in the frozen river where water was running clear and cold. Can spring be around the corner for Alaska? I say yes - that sun is strong and warmer everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-3335355561815023236?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/3335355561815023236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=3335355561815023236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/3335355561815023236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/3335355561815023236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/alaska-railroad-part-6.html' title='Alaska Railroad, Part 6'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3zUrGOe0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/s_tNCmV9a28/s72-c/Gorge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-6370836611964885161</id><published>2007-03-18T17:50:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:14:08.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Railroad, Part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3x2LGOexI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_Y9RozMd7ac/s1600-h/AlaskaChrisFinal07+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043453070718958354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3x2LGOexI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_Y9RozMd7ac/s320/AlaskaChrisFinal07+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3xsLGOewI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0324YPOoSHM/s1600-h/AlaskaChrisFinal07+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043452898920266498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3xsLGOewI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0324YPOoSHM/s320/AlaskaChrisFinal07+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow blowing off a mountaintop, and another gorgeous mountain view. I took over 200 pictures that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-6370836611964885161?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/6370836611964885161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=6370836611964885161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6370836611964885161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6370836611964885161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/alaska-railroad-part-5.html' title='Alaska Railroad, Part 5'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3x2LGOexI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_Y9RozMd7ac/s72-c/AlaskaChrisFinal07+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-5697334525348105350</id><published>2007-03-18T17:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:08:50.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Railroad Stops, Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3wo7GOevI/AAAAAAAAALw/w4YFFp2bd5A/s1600-h/AlaskaChrisFinal07+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043451743574063858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3wo7GOevI/AAAAAAAAALw/w4YFFp2bd5A/s320/AlaskaChrisFinal07+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3wVrGOeuI/AAAAAAAAALo/rqBTfiWj_b4/s1600-h/Carabou+tracks+on+Nenana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043451412861582050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3wVrGOeuI/AAAAAAAAALo/rqBTfiWj_b4/s320/Carabou+tracks+on+Nenana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped where the conductor showed us caribou tracks where a herd was seen by the northbound train the day before. We stopped again and waited until everyone could see four dall sheep, tiny moving specks on the mountain cliff on the other side of a gorge. I am hoping you all can see them if you enlarge the cliff picture. This train was not worried about keeping an exact schedule!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-5697334525348105350?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/5697334525348105350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=5697334525348105350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5697334525348105350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5697334525348105350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/alaska-railroad-stops-part-4.html' title='Alaska Railroad Stops, Part 4'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3wo7GOevI/AAAAAAAAALw/w4YFFp2bd5A/s72-c/AlaskaChrisFinal07+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7109412364799703356</id><published>2007-03-18T17:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:00:45.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Railroad Stops, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3uv7GOetI/AAAAAAAAALg/dKyTkUrrQpA/s1600-h/AlaskaChrisFinal07+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043449664809892562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3uv7GOetI/AAAAAAAAALg/dKyTkUrrQpA/s320/AlaskaChrisFinal07+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a glorious day we had for our trip! The temperature was -18F as we left the Fairbanks station, but that meant that the sky was crystal clear, and the sun was strong. The train stopped north of Denali, east of Denali, south of Denali. The train crew and passengers could not believe our luck at the clear views of this awesome mountain. We were even having lunch in the dining car, and the cook came out and told us that in a few minutes we would have yet another great view of Denali!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7109412364799703356?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7109412364799703356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7109412364799703356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7109412364799703356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7109412364799703356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/alaska-railroad-stops-part-3.html' title='Alaska Railroad Stops, Part 3'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3uv7GOetI/AAAAAAAAALg/dKyTkUrrQpA/s72-c/AlaskaChrisFinal07+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-3775662497961537550</id><published>2007-03-18T17:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:52:44.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Railroad, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3s17GOesI/AAAAAAAAALY/0rCf4_tPzBY/s1600-h/Nenana+Tripod+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043447568865852098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3s17GOesI/AAAAAAAAALY/0rCf4_tPzBY/s320/Nenana+Tripod+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3srrGOerI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZfLO0t-LeCA/s1600-h/Nenana+Tripod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043447392772192946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3srrGOerI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZfLO0t-LeCA/s320/Nenana+Tripod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got on the train at the Fairbanks depot. Then we traveled west to a town called Nenana, which is the place where the Nenena River flows into the Tanana River. These rivers are like everything in Alaska - BIG! My students will recognize Nenena as the place where the 1925 diphtheria serum was taken off the northbound train that had just arrived from Anchorage and loaded onto the first dogsled relay to Nome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nenana is known for its famous "Nenana Ice Classic." The townspeople place a tripod in the middle of the river on the frozen ice. Everybody buys raffle tickets to guess exactly the day, hour, and minute that the ice will break up in the spring, and the river will start flowing again! We bought two tickets, one for May 13 and one for May 14! The prize for the winner is thousands of dollars, but lots of money goes to charity, also! We took two pictures of the tripod from the train as we passed by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-3775662497961537550?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/3775662497961537550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=3775662497961537550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/3775662497961537550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/3775662497961537550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/alaska-railroad-part-2.html' title='Alaska Railroad, Part 2'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3s17GOesI/AAAAAAAAALY/0rCf4_tPzBY/s72-c/Nenana+Tripod+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7874330497271009221</id><published>2007-03-18T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:41:47.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska Railroad, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3qULGOeqI/AAAAAAAAALI/GBEQDo4YBxs/s1600-h/Alaska+RR-All+Aboard!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043444790022011554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3qULGOeqI/AAAAAAAAALI/GBEQDo4YBxs/s320/Alaska+RR-All+Aboard!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3qILGOepI/AAAAAAAAALA/sRMgj6gOcdw/s1600-h/Alaska+RR-riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043444583863581330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3qILGOepI/AAAAAAAAALA/sRMgj6gOcdw/s320/Alaska+RR-riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3qArGOeoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RfBESKm3VZ0/s1600-h/AlaskaChrisFinal07+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043444455014562434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3qArGOeoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RfBESKm3VZ0/s320/AlaskaChrisFinal07+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you get a chance to visit Alaska someday, save a day or two to travel on the Alaska Railroad! We took a twelve hour trip from Fairbanks to Anchorage last Sunday. In the wintertime, there is regular passenger service on this line on the weekends. Backpackers, skiiers, hikers, anyone can flag down the train to catch a ride. The train also stops for dall sheep and caribou sightings, and, if the day is clear (rare), it will stop often for you to take pictures of Mt. McKinley/Denali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warm and toasty on the inside and frigid, below 0F on the outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7874330497271009221?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7874330497271009221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7874330497271009221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7874330497271009221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7874330497271009221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/alaska-railroad-part-1.html' title='Alaska Railroad, Part 1'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3qULGOeqI/AAAAAAAAALI/GBEQDo4YBxs/s72-c/Alaska+RR-All+Aboard!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-918714952692883797</id><published>2007-03-18T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:28:19.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairbanks Loves Art &amp; I Love Gift Shops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3nK7GOenI/AAAAAAAAAKw/s-iP0LPurpA/s1600-h/Frozen+Chena+River+Highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043441332573338226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3nK7GOenI/AAAAAAAAAKw/s-iP0LPurpA/s320/Frozen+Chena+River+Highway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3m4rGOemI/AAAAAAAAAKo/M4uo0UKupoo/s1600-h/Fairbanks+Statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043441019040725602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3m4rGOemI/AAAAAAAAAKo/M4uo0UKupoo/s320/Fairbanks+Statue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3mirGOelI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_UyMt1zGBvc/s1600-h/Waitin%27+on+the+shoppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043440641083603538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3mirGOelI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_UyMt1zGBvc/s320/Waitin%27+on+the+shoppers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our stay in Fairbanks, Alaska, we were surprised to learn that the contruction budget for any new building must include 10% for artwork! What a great town for seeing (and buying) work of local and Alaska artists. I admired this Alaska family sculpture that is featured in a park right on the Chena River. Here also is a picture of the Chena River frozen solid, but obviously well-traveled, in any case. This is the spot where Lance Mackey won the Yukon Quest, just two weeks before starting the Iditarod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised that I would include a picture of my two nephews, Jacob and Matthew, who were such good sports, waiting in one gift/art shop after another while their mother and their Aunt Chris (me) checked out all the goodies. I found some beautiful earrings with pieces of natural nugget gold worked into the design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-918714952692883797?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/918714952692883797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=918714952692883797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/918714952692883797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/918714952692883797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/fairbanks-loves-art-i-love-gift-shops.html' title='Fairbanks Loves Art &amp; I Love Gift Shops'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rf3nK7GOenI/AAAAAAAAAKw/s-iP0LPurpA/s72-c/Frozen+Chena+River+Highway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-8526446084399034213</id><published>2007-03-12T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T09:22:57.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moose Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfV9ZlvpPkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GfQVirqn_n4/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfV9ZlvpPkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GfQVirqn_n4/s320/DSC02158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041073236493286978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, Jacob, came racing into the house in late afternoon, calling us to get outside and in the van fast.  In near zero temperatures, how could we do this fast?  I dashed out one boot on, one boot still in my hand and no coat.  Terry just ran out with no boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hopped into the van, and Jacob drove us to the top of the long driveway.  There, in the orchard part of their property, were a mother moose and her "baby" (born last spring) munching away at tasty sprigs of willow.   Jacob inched the van as closely as he dared, so that we could get some great photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never want to mess around with a mother moose!  They can attack at a moment's notice.  It is hard to get a perspective of how large these animals are - as tall as a large horse, perhaps.  Mushers are very respectful of moose on the trail.  If they get upset, they can crash into a team and kill.   We noticed their heavy winter fur coats, and wondered how they can keep warm when temperatures go to -45F.  We wonder if they must spend their whole day eating to get enough calories to keep them going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-8526446084399034213?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/8526446084399034213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=8526446084399034213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/8526446084399034213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/8526446084399034213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/moose-alert.html' title='Moose Alert!'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfV9ZlvpPkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GfQVirqn_n4/s72-c/DSC02158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-6491485696683276019</id><published>2007-03-11T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T07:48:53.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Art at Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQTbVvpPjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rRX8y7K5ImQ/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQTbVvpPjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rRX8y7K5ImQ/s320/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040675243348803122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQTL1vpPiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/47j1j9owti0/s1600-h/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQTL1vpPiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/47j1j9owti0/s320/DSC00607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040674977060830754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQS4lvpPhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pfwe7E1ib8k/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQS4lvpPhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pfwe7E1ib8k/s320/DSC00604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040674646348348946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQSk1vpPgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9WhPlIvUje0/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQSk1vpPgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9WhPlIvUje0/s320/DSC00597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040674307045932546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQSUVvpPfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kQxcKRU79sQ/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQSUVvpPfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kQxcKRU79sQ/s320/DSC00596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040674023578090994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQSFVvpPeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KLE6LKBtcn8/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQSFVvpPeI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KLE6LKBtcn8/s320/DSC00589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040673765880053218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice sculptures are definitely splendid at night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;back-lit by&lt;/span&gt; various colors.  However, it is even more of a challenge to capture the beauty with a camera.  We could not get satisfactory photos of the huge Multi-Block pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can see me standing by a block of ice that is used for the Single-Block Competition.  Two of the  sculptures, "Aiming Eye" (praying mantis) and blue "Crescendo", were made from a block like this. Can you see some of the insect's body parts that have already fallen off?  The other three photos are ice toys: sliding board, crawl-through maze, and a sliding board game for two hands, one for a short person and another for a tall person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-6491485696683276019?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/6491485696683276019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=6491485696683276019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6491485696683276019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6491485696683276019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/ice-art-at-night.html' title='Ice Art at Night'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfQTbVvpPjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rRX8y7K5ImQ/s72-c/DSC00608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-1035737246565480210</id><published>2007-03-10T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:58:30.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're on the Yukon River!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfNdoFvpPdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ontx7sFS2CU/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfNdoFvpPdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ontx7sFS2CU/s320/DSC00387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040475351275879890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfNc1VvpPcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CjTz55PzDKQ/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfNc1VvpPcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/CjTz55PzDKQ/s320/DSC00415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040474479397518786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will make it to Nome first?  How many others will make it to Nome, period?!  What a race!  19 have already scratched.  Others are driving with broken leg, broken nose!!  It looks like four-time winners Jeff King and Martin Buser are in a tight contest on the windy Yukon River.  This part of the trail is tough for dogs and mushers due to high winds, and lack of sleep for the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am including a link to the Nome webcam here - http://home.gci.net/~cityofnome/704x480.html.  Right now the camera is aimed with a view out to Norton Sound.  Sometime today,  they will turn the camera to give us a view of the finish line, the "burled arch."  The camera is suppose to refresh every minute.  Sometimes, if we are lucky, we can catch a team cruising in for the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo of the truck that the 1st place winner will receive, along with a pile of money.  The 2-30th place finishers receive money also, in decreasing amounts.  Winners 31st to last place will each get $1049 (to help with expenses of getting home!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back on March 3, a lantern was lit in Nome when the Ceremonial Start began in Anchorage.  The people of Nome hang it up on the burled archway, and it stays lit until the last musher comes into town.  That last team receives the Red Lantern Award (see photo.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-1035737246565480210?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/1035737246565480210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=1035737246565480210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1035737246565480210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1035737246565480210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/theyre-on-yukon-river.html' title='They&apos;re on the Yukon River!'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfNdoFvpPdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ontx7sFS2CU/s72-c/DSC00387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7450273977976755728</id><published>2007-03-10T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:38:54.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chena Hot Springs at -4F</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLuW1vpPbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xFxGi2BvNfw/s1600-h/794858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLuW1vpPbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xFxGi2BvNfw/s320/794858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040353009132453298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another amazing experience yesterday.  About 50 miles east of Fairbanks there is a spot called Chena Hot Springs where  Monument Creek flows (when thawed) into the Chena River.  As we drove up into the Chena Hills the temperature dropped from 6F (above zero) to -4F.  The wind started blowing, so the wind chill must have been around -40F below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear, hot mineral water bubbles up from springs  deep below the ground, heated by geothermal energy. The average year-round temperature of the water is 110F.  This place was  "discovered" in 1905, and became famous for curing crippled gold miners of aches and pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed from our heavy-weight parkas and long underwear into our bathing suits.  Then we walked down a snowy ramp in our bare feet into the warm water.  This image you see here is from a website I found - http://www12.virtualtourist.com/m/2e7ff/b42cf/.  When we were there, the wind was blowing so fiercely, the steam coming off the water was so thick, that we could not possibly take any pictures.  Our frozen bodies warmed up quickly in the hot spring water.  Our heads were still out in the cold air, however.  You will never believe what we looked like and felt in a few minutes.  We could not see each other in the steam, except when the wind blew a clear space now and then.  Our eyelashes and eyebrows started to frost up. Our hair frosted up.  My nephew, Jacob, fashioned his hair in a Mohawk style, that completely frosted up.  Everyone soon looked like old men and old women winter.  Each strand of hair became coated with ice.  It was crazy!  Everyone said my head looked like a big white KOOSH ball!  Since we could not take photos,  here is a link to a photo that was previously taken of another Alaskan guy that my sister knows: - http://www.accentalaska.com/permenant/hotsprings/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soaked in the wonderful waters.  Terry said his sore shoulder was feeling better!  But then, there was the problem of when and how we wanted to brave those -4F temperatures and winds to get out to go back into the poolhouse!  I floated over to and up the ramp to keep my body in the warm water for as long as possible.  Then I slipped and slid over to pick up my terry cloth robe.  It was covered with frost!  I moved as quickly as I could with my bare feet up the icy ramp.  My hair stayed frozen still for about 5 more minutes inside the building.  Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7450273977976755728?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7450273977976755728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7450273977976755728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7450273977976755728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7450273977976755728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/chena-hot-springs-at-4f.html' title='Chena Hot Springs at -4F'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLuW1vpPbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xFxGi2BvNfw/s72-c/794858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-8649272616068604886</id><published>2007-03-10T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T09:11:41.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardener of the North</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLmMFvpPaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SpndzSqyJ4A/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLmMFvpPaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SpndzSqyJ4A/s320/DSC02032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040344028355837346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLl_FvpPZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6n1j11y1fy0/s1600-h/DSC02030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLl_FvpPZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6n1j11y1fy0/s320/DSC02030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040343805017537938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLly1vpPYI/AAAAAAAAAII/hynCUnxTm78/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLly1vpPYI/AAAAAAAAAII/hynCUnxTm78/s320/DSC02029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040343594564140418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLlnVvpPXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1XfCgv2-JEE/s1600-h/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLlnVvpPXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1XfCgv2-JEE/s320/DSC02025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040343396995644786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLlcFvpPWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EDyrljf5oks/s1600-h/DSC02022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLlcFvpPWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EDyrljf5oks/s320/DSC02022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040343203722116450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Pat, has lived in Fairbanks, Alaska for over 30 years.  This is the first time we have had the opportunity to come up north to visit her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is Professor of Horticulture at the University of Alaska at Fairbanks.  She created the Georgeson Botanical Garden on the campus grounds.  It is all covered with snow now, but we know that in a few months it will be ablaze with a riot of color.  She does experiments with plants to see if they can survive the climate in Alaska.  The hot news for her garden is that the gorgeous flowers called peonies grow beautifully in Alaska.  They flower in July, which is the only place on Earth that has peonies blooming then.  She is working with Alaska growers to start planting peonies.  They can sell them world-wide for as much as $35 a stem!  --Very popular for weddings around the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another project in the works is the creation of a children's garden.  One part of the garden is a huge garden maze in the shape of petals of a flower.  Construction of the maze will be complete at the end of this summer.  The bushes used for the maze walls will be full-grown in 5-7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be no ordinary maze.  At each corner, she plans challenging activities and puzzles for families to complete.  Keep this in mind if you ever come to Fairbanks on vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toured her greenhouses, saw where her garden pond goldfish spend the winter, and helped her plant some seeds for annual flowers for her plant sale in May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-8649272616068604886?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/8649272616068604886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=8649272616068604886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/8649272616068604886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/8649272616068604886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/gardener-of-north.html' title='Gardener of the North'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfLmMFvpPaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SpndzSqyJ4A/s72-c/DSC02032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-6036950968861068843</id><published>2007-03-09T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:37:14.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tools of Ice Carving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfG24lvpPUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OIUOvvS9JD4/s1600-h/50.worker+gluing+cubes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfG24lvpPUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OIUOvvS9JD4/s320/50.worker+gluing+cubes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040010541325172034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfG2IFvpPTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i9ohzOYdm_8/s1600-h/47.workers.8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfG2IFvpPTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i9ohzOYdm_8/s320/47.workers.8x10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040009708101516594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfG1OFvpPSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OEidWQWrVYM/s1600-h/58.workers.8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfG1OFvpPSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OEidWQWrVYM/s320/58.workers.8x10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040008711669103906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfG0BVvpPRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nRYxP_7Mo2A/s1600-h/62.worker.ice.8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfG0BVvpPRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/nRYxP_7Mo2A/s320/62.worker.ice.8x10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040007393114144018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first visit to the ice park, we were able to see the Single-Block creations all finished and judged.  The winning entry was a praying mantis.  I will try to get some pictures of these on our next visit.  It was a challenge to get good photos in natural daylight.  The sun has to be at just the right angle.  The background has to be dark and uncluttered, since the ice is so translucent.  We will visit the park again in the evening hours when they add colored lights to the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we were able to see the Multi-Block entries in the process of being created.  I have included several pictures here of the tools, such as chain saws, and scaffolding being used.  It was just fascinating.   We  kept saying over and over,  how are they able to make the thin, curved pieces?  These artists will try anything.  Sometimes their efforts crack and have to be discarded.  They really stretch the limit of what ice can do.  Look at the guy with the chain saw cutting off a thin sliver off the back of his "five."  You can see the saw right through the back of the shape!  Look at the artist using a scraper to carve a perfect cube.  Then, magically, the cubes are attached to a thin wand of ice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-6036950968861068843?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/6036950968861068843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=6036950968861068843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6036950968861068843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6036950968861068843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/tools-of-ice-carving.html' title='Tools of Ice Carving'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfG24lvpPUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OIUOvvS9JD4/s72-c/50.worker+gluing+cubes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-2236663132641733075</id><published>2007-03-09T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:56:31.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Stonehenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfHJulvpPVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oL99iVOv5SU/s1600-h/78.stonehenge8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfHJulvpPVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oL99iVOv5SU/s320/78.stonehenge8x10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040031260247407954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this?  Stonehenge in ice blocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-2236663132641733075?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/2236663132641733075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=2236663132641733075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/2236663132641733075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/2236663132641733075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/ice-stonehenge.html' title='Ice Stonehenge'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfHJulvpPVI/AAAAAAAAAHw/oL99iVOv5SU/s72-c/78.stonehenge8x10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-4438666667421119419</id><published>2007-03-09T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:41:53.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Art Tribute to Susan Butcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfGvhlvpPQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r9pU2ZcQ_Lo/s1600-h/82.susanbutcher.8x10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfGvhlvpPQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r9pU2ZcQ_Lo/s320/82.susanbutcher.8x10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040002449606786306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Kids Park is created, the ice artists carve several pieces to express the theme of this year's festival, such as an ice castle entrance, an ice phone booth, and an ice tribute in honor of a different person or group each year.  This year the honored person was  Susan Butcher. I am showing you only 1/4 of this gorgeous display.  Susan and her sled are 3-D shapes out in front of the background mural.  Ahead of Susan, you can't see her team of 14 huskies running up and down an undulating trail.  There are mountains in background and the aurora borealis in the sky.  Its beauty takes your breath away.  I will try to send more pictures of this later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-4438666667421119419?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/4438666667421119419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=4438666667421119419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4438666667421119419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4438666667421119419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/ice-art-tribute-to-susan-butcher.html' title='Ice Art Tribute to Susan Butcher'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfGvhlvpPQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r9pU2ZcQ_Lo/s72-c/82.susanbutcher.8x10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-5536992693302335654</id><published>2007-03-09T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:53:43.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Ice Art Championships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfGtAlvpPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/O5T7c-hrArI/s1600-h/10.Bigmaze5.8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfGtAlvpPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/O5T7c-hrArI/s320/10.Bigmaze5.8x10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039999683647847666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfGsUlvpPOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iZbzpQzdIIs/s1600-h/11.Bigmaze6.8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfGsUlvpPOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iZbzpQzdIIs/s320/11.Bigmaze6.8x10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039998927733603554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had the incredible luck to be visiting here in Fairbanks during the preparation phases of the "Ice Alaska." This is a competition that brings the best ice sculpture artists from all over the world to Fairbanks.  This great city has volunteers who come out of their cozy homes in below zero temperatures to provide food, lodging, tools, scaffolding, power, transportation, and whatever else they need, free of charge, to enable ice teams the freedom to create their exquisite artwork.  I will be writing several posts about this event, since we will be visiting the show several times this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in February, local tradesman bring lots of heavy duty equipment to nearby McGrady's Lake to cut up the crystal clear blocks of lake ice.  These blocks of ice not only supply the tons and tons of ice for the ice festival, but many blocks are saved under piles of sawdust to be preserved and shipped all over the world all year long!  Fairbanks is world-renown for its pure crystal ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice carvers come to Fairbanks in February and set up shop to create their ice magic.  They may work alone or with one partner to enter a piece in the Single Block contest.  Then they will combine with other artists as a team (many times they don't all speak the same language to each other!) to submit an entry in the Multi-Block contest.  However, before these two contests begin, they all work together to create a Kids Park.  What a wonderland of ice fun!  I wish I could bring all my third graders up here to see this.  There is an ice putt-putt golf course, slides of all sizes, two kinds of mazes, ice vehicles, ice castles, a "hand slide", and so many more kinds of ice toys to play with.  I have included two pictures of me going into and out of the larger ice maze.  Amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-5536992693302335654?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/5536992693302335654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=5536992693302335654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5536992693302335654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5536992693302335654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/world-ice-art-championships.html' title='World Ice Art Championships'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfGtAlvpPPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/O5T7c-hrArI/s72-c/10.Bigmaze5.8x10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-3216424794203457935</id><published>2007-03-08T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:33:22.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it.  I really did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfDTP1vpPNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DXMXgIb65WQ/s1600-h/tn-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfDTP1vpPNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DXMXgIb65WQ/s320/tn-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039760252105997522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfDTFFvpPMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/d6tisXimz2Q/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfDTFFvpPMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/d6tisXimz2Q/s320/tn.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039760067422403778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfDSrVvpPLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yB-aTFbPVN8/s1600-h/DSC02005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfDSrVvpPLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yB-aTFbPVN8/s320/DSC02005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039759625040772274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove a sled dog team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, thanks to a gift from two of my sisters,  Terry and I had the opportunity to have a one hour dog sled ride through  PAWS for Adventure Mushing School near Fairbanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautifully sunny -8F day, with NO WIND!  Yeah!  We were provided some extra gear to what we were already wearing: insulated snow/wind pants, goggles, heavy mitts, and scarves to cover our faces.  Heather, our mushing guide, hooked up ten huskies to the sled.  All the other dogs in the dog yard started howling like crazy, when they knew some dogs were going to get to run and they weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry got in the sled first, and then I dropped into the sled in front of him.  Heather jumped onto the runners, released the snow hook, and the huskies took off!  We traveled across a snowy farm field and then, traveled down narrow trails lined with gorgeous snow-covered black spruce on either side.  We flew around corners tipping sideways only a little.  The trail was quite bumpy in places, and I had to learn to loosen myself up to let my back and legs act as shock absorbers.  I think every vertebrae in my back slid into a new location!  It was surprisingly not uncomfortable.  The cold air stung my face, and my goggles fogged up right away.  I ended up taking my goggles and glasses off.  The dogs moved along easily and silently.  It was so cool to see them running happily in front of us.  Our lead dogs were small black dogs called,  "Rerun" and "Lucy."  Our wheel dogs, the ones right in front of the sled, kept turning their heads back and looking at Heather.  She praised them each by name all along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About halfway, Heather stopped and asked if we wanted to try driving the sled.  I told Terry, "You go first."  He got on the back of the sled, Heather sat in front of me, and away we went.  It was as easy as pie!  What a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was my turn.  I really kept wondering if I could do this.  The dogs went so fast!  What if I fell off.  First problem, I could not get out of the sled.  I had so many layers of clothes and padding that I could not bend at all!  I had to roll out of the sled onto the snowy ground!  How ridiculous.  I finally stepped on the runners, and made Heather repeat all the directions she had just explained to Terry.  I was getting worried.  Could I really do this!  Then I decided, what the heck, I had so much padding on, how could I possibly get hurt, if I fell off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second problem,  I had one foot on one runner; seemed to be very secure.  I had the other foot on the brake; seened to work OK.  But then, I had to keep my feet in these places and somehow reach down to grab the snow hook about one foot away from the sled!  I could not bend, remember - too much padding!  Not to worry, Heather came to my rescue and reached around from inside the sled and was able to pull the snow hook loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I ready?  Could I do this?  Heather said I could keep my foot lightly on the brake as the dogs started to go to keep their speed down.  Well, I did it.  I lightened up on the brake, and the dogs took off!  I hung on.  I was really mushing!  It was so much fun!  We just cruised along as smoothly as can be.  I kept the brake on lightly the whole way, however.  Lester, one of those wheel dogs kept turning his head back and looking at me, as if to say, "Who is in the driver's place now?"  I even had to go around a few turns in the trail, and I stayed on the sled!  What an amazing experience.  I am almost ready to sign up for Dog Mushing 101!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of the trail, with Heather as driver, we headed back to the dog yard.  The final leg of the trip was up a fairly steep hill.  Those dogs dug their paws into the snow and pulled our heavy sled up the hill, no sweat.  They seemed to really enjoy the challenge, but some of them turned around to look at Heather with a "Are we there yet?" look on their faces.  Heather was calling out dog praises the whole way.   I rolled out of the sled at the end of the trip, and just HAD to go up and give each dog a pat and a "Good job!"  They were such great, happy dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were mushing along, Heather told us that some of the dogs pulling our sled were retired dogs who were not competing in races anymore.   They still love to run, so they are used for tourist sled dog rides and the mushing school.  What a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-3216424794203457935?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/3216424794203457935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=3216424794203457935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/3216424794203457935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/3216424794203457935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-did-it-i-really-did-it.html' title='I did it.  I really did it!'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfDTP1vpPNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DXMXgIb65WQ/s72-c/tn-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-2560560853167260942</id><published>2007-03-08T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:17:03.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tough Race &amp; Lance Mackey</title><content type='html'>We have been following the race in the Fairbanks Daily News-Miner (stories are available online) and on the iditarod.com and Cabela's websites.  It has been a brutal race thus far, with disappointing scratches by Dee Dee Jonrowe and Doug Swingley.  Lots of sled crashes, broken bones, and blizzards blowing away trail markers are causing concern for the safety of the dogs and mushers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly amazing that we keep seeing Lance Mackey right up front.  This musher from Fairbanks won the 1000 mile Yukon Quest race only a few weeks ago!  We also read that he is using many of the same dogs on the Iditarod.   All of Fairbanks is following this race closely to see if he can win both races in one year - never done before.  Lance's dad and brother both won the Iditarod on their 6th try.  This is Lance's sixth try!  Lance's dad and brother both wore bib number 13.  Lance was able to chose bib number 13 this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance seems so much like our Texas cyclist, Lance Armstrong!   Lance Mackey has battled throat cancer.  He has to carry lots of extra water in his sled, since he needs it to help him swallow his food.  We wish him the very best on the Iditarod this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-2560560853167260942?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/2560560853167260942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=2560560853167260942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/2560560853167260942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/2560560853167260942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/tough-race.html' title='A Tough Race &amp; Lance Mackey'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-5992426392680386521</id><published>2007-03-08T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:57:22.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Butcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBMGGWFGWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/51FrBfwUYNk/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBMGGWFGWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/51FrBfwUYNk/s320/DSC01873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039611650693732706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBL4mWFGVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LawXRthoK-U/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBL4mWFGVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LawXRthoK-U/s320/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039611418765498706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a tinge of sadness during this year's 35th Iditarod.  March 3 was declared "Susan Butcher Day" in Alaska.  Susan was the first woman to win the Iditarod four times (starting in 1986), and is known and loved for her dedication to caring for her dogs.   In 1979, Butcher helped drive the first sled-dog team to the 20,320-foot summit of Mount McKinley.  She died this past August (2006) in her early fifties after fighting a battle with leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ceremonial start, the first team to leave the starting line is always dedicated as an honorary position.  This year the sled was Susan's and was driven by David Monson, Susan Butcher's husband.  Riding in the sled were their two young daughters, Tekla and Chisana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan's photo is everywhere, even at the airports.  The flight attendants passed out bookmarks dedicated to her memory.  I asked them where I might get some extra bookmarks to give to my students, and to my surprise, they gave me a whole pack of  them.  A quotation appears on the front of the bookmark that reads, "I do not know the word "quit."  Either I never did, or I have abolished it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-5992426392680386521?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/5992426392680386521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=5992426392680386521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5992426392680386521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5992426392680386521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/susan-butcher.html' title='Susan Butcher'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBMGGWFGWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/51FrBfwUYNk/s72-c/DSC01873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-1317661671737939302</id><published>2007-03-08T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:22:59.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. McKinley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBEsGWFGUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LsUlvg7iSDg/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBEsGWFGUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LsUlvg7iSDg/s320/DSC00480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039603507435739458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBEcGWFGTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/h1Rl93JkYlQ/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBEcGWFGTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/h1Rl93JkYlQ/s320/DSC00464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039603232557832498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two photos taken from our plane as we were traveling north from Anchorage to Fairbanks.  Our pilot was so enthusiastic that we would be seeing such a clear, unclouded view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountain peak on the right is Mt. McKinley, tallest mountain peak in North America.  It is 20,320 ft. (6,194m.)    The mountain peak on the left is Mt. Foraker at 17,400 ft.  (5,303m.)  For comparison, Mt. Everest in 29,028 ft. (8,844m.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also interesting that Mt. Foraker is 14 MILES away from the peak of Mt. McKinley.  Mt. McKinley is 130 mi. (209km) north of Anchorage.  It is 155 mi. (249km) southwest of Fairbanks.  We think we saw two of the five glaciers, one called Ruth and the other called Kahiltna.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some interesting facts and controversies about these two peaks, especially how they were named by various cultural and political groups.   Mt. McKinley is located in the Denali National Park and Preserve.   Most Alaskans call the mountain, Denali, an Athabascan name meaning "the great one."  I recommend looking on Wikipedia for more information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-1317661671737939302?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/1317661671737939302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=1317661671737939302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1317661671737939302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1317661671737939302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/mt-mckinley.html' title='Mt. McKinley'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RfBEsGWFGUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/LsUlvg7iSDg/s72-c/DSC00480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7182340104025301670</id><published>2007-03-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:03:47.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re77e2Vt54I/AAAAAAAAAF4/RUbVykIOpj8/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re77e2Vt54I/AAAAAAAAAF4/RUbVykIOpj8/s320/DSC00437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039241540475414402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just happened to be standing by a big group of fans called "Sons of Norway."  They ganged together to cheer on two-time Iditarod Champion, Robert Sorlie #50 (in this photo) and rookie Sigrid Ekran #42.  These fans were dressed in Norwegian gear with horned Viking helmets and furs.  When it was getting close to Sigrid's turn at the starting line,  these crazy people opened up a trunk full of Norway flags and passed them out to everyone around them.  I told them that I had some Swedish ancestors, and they said that was good enough!   We were commandeered to hold a couple of flags.  It attracted quite a bit of attention from the camera crews, so we may have been seen on news stories shouting and waving Norway flags!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7182340104025301670?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7182340104025301670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7182340104025301670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7182340104025301670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7182340104025301670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/restart-4.html' title='Restart 4'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re77e2Vt54I/AAAAAAAAAF4/RUbVykIOpj8/s72-c/DSC00437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-6636486893003339531</id><published>2007-03-07T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:48:33.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re76K2Vt53I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bakoYKoSs8A/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re76K2Vt53I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bakoYKoSs8A/s320/DSC01997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039240097366402930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is last year's Iditarod Champion, Jeff King, taking off.  His dogs were running so beautifully together as a team.  The crowd cheered with, "Go Jeff!"  "Go Doggies!"  You just fall in love with all those energetic and happy dogs.  This was about the time the wind started - notice the flags.  It was so cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-6636486893003339531?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/6636486893003339531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=6636486893003339531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6636486893003339531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6636486893003339531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/restart-3.html' title='Restart 3'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re76K2Vt53I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bakoYKoSs8A/s72-c/DSC01997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-5721850723667214705</id><published>2007-03-07T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:43:56.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re73FWVt52I/AAAAAAAAAFo/F42OvMt0Vko/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re73FWVt52I/AAAAAAAAAFo/F42OvMt0Vko/s320/DSC00449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039236704342239074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Tom Roig from Ohio setting up behind the starting line, ready to start his first Iditarod run.  His dogs are barking up a storm.  You can't see his whole team of 16 dogs in this picture, but I wanted a close-up to show the variety of dogs in his team.  There are usually 8-10 Iditarod volunteer Dog Handlers holding them down and keeping them in line.  Behind this team there is a parking lot (on the frozen lake) packed with other teams lining up, dog trucks, mushers &amp; their families with tailgate bar-be-que grills going.  It took over 2 1/2 hours for the teams to line up and get the GO signal.  They took off in two minute intervals.  You can imagine the noise of over a thousand dogs (82 teams x 16 dogs) anxious to start running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-5721850723667214705?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/5721850723667214705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=5721850723667214705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5721850723667214705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5721850723667214705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/restart-2.html' title='Restart 2'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re73FWVt52I/AAAAAAAAAFo/F42OvMt0Vko/s72-c/DSC00449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-1512785539547531421</id><published>2007-03-07T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T09:30:20.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlemen (&amp; Ladies), Start Your Sled Dogs! Restart 3-4-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re72PmVt51I/AAAAAAAAAFg/83QQi1YXPlk/s1600-h/DSC01966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re72PmVt51I/AAAAAAAAAFg/83QQi1YXPlk/s320/DSC01966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039235780924270418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed in layers upon layers, tucked hand-warming packets in our pockets, greased up our faces, and readied our cameras.  Our shuttle bus arrived at the Millennium Hotel to take us around Cook Inlet and on up into the hills of Willow, Alaska.  We joined thousands of Iditarod fans and lined up along two construction fences clear across the frozen Willow Lake at the Restart of the Iditarod Race.  Small ski-planes landed on the icy surface behind us.  Helicopters whirred overhead.  Much to the annoyance of many of the fans standing around us, snowmachines zig-zagged all over the lake, sending waves of exhaust fumes billowing in our direction!  It was a beautiful sunny day, but about half-way through the race, the dreaded WIND returned.  Our feet froze first, then our faces.  Luckily, our cameras never failed, and we got some terrific shots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-1512785539547531421?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/1512785539547531421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=1512785539547531421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1512785539547531421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1512785539547531421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/gentlemen-ladies-start-your-sled-dogs.html' title='Gentlemen (&amp; Ladies), Start Your Sled Dogs! Restart 3-4-07'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re72PmVt51I/AAAAAAAAAFg/83QQi1YXPlk/s72-c/DSC01966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-311926354961636129</id><published>2007-03-06T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:03:36.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serum Run Dogsled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5jwGVt50I/AAAAAAAAAFY/MTlIaMY972k/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5jwGVt50I/AAAAAAAAAFY/MTlIaMY972k/s320/DSC00404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039074711060735810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-311926354961636129?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/311926354961636129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=311926354961636129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/311926354961636129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/311926354961636129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/serum-run-dogsled.html' title='Serum Run Dogsled'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5jwGVt50I/AAAAAAAAAFY/MTlIaMY972k/s72-c/DSC00404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-5426800756170792047</id><published>2007-03-06T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:02:06.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iditarod Headquarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5jZmVt5zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jEgSHAhVrYA/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5jZmVt5zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jEgSHAhVrYA/s320/DSC01958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039074324513679154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-5426800756170792047?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/5426800756170792047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=5426800756170792047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5426800756170792047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5426800756170792047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/iditarod-headquarters_06.html' title='Iditarod Headquarters'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5jZmVt5zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jEgSHAhVrYA/s72-c/DSC01958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-2032762326127276954</id><published>2007-03-06T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:00:11.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonhard Seppala &amp; Togo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5gZWVt5yI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ulKbxMnPgRk/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5gZWVt5yI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ulKbxMnPgRk/s320/DSC00416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039071021683828514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5gIWVt5xI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xT8my4_5Uxc/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5gIWVt5xI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xT8my4_5Uxc/s320/DSC00373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039070729626052370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-2032762326127276954?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/2032762326127276954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=2032762326127276954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/2032762326127276954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/2032762326127276954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/leonhard-seppala-togo.html' title='Leonhard Seppala &amp; Togo'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5gZWVt5yI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ulKbxMnPgRk/s72-c/DSC00416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7168027152531930807</id><published>2007-03-06T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:08:52.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Author Gay Salisbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5fHmVt5wI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dS8QX6DPBYc/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5fHmVt5wI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dS8QX6DPBYc/s320/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039069617229522690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an educators' presentation at the Millennium Hotel featuring Gay Salisbury, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cruelest Miles, &lt;/span&gt;the book I have previously mentioned in an earlier post.  Ms. Salisbury is a dynamic speaker, who brought the Serum Run story of 1925 to life.  She laughed when I gave her my hard cover copy to autograph.  My book is stuffed full of sticky notes, marking pages that I read to my third graders.  She was obviously pleased that her book was well-used and well-worn.  The author told us that due to her recent research, people all over the country  have been finding newspaper articles and other memorabilia stashed away in their houses, bringing new facts to light about this fascinating piece of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned some cool facts about Togo, Leonhard Seppala's heroic dog that ran the longest relay stretch to get the diphtheria medicine closer to Nome.  Togo was a "loose leader."  He ran ahead of the team and guided them without being hitched to the other dogs.   I also found out that one of the reasons Togo did not become as famous as Balto was that when Togo's run was over, he took off after a reindeer herd, was missing for over eight days, and completely missed all the hubbub and publicity surrounding the hero dog teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Togo is preserved in Wasilla, Alaska, at the Iditarod Headquarters and Museum.  We visited this location on the afternoon of March 3.  They also had on display the Red Lantern Award, which is given to the last Iditarod musher that makes it into Nome.  Our next stop was the Dorothy Page Museum.  She was a major supporter of Joe Redington, Sr., who got the Iditarod started in 1973.  In this museum, there is an old freight/mail-carrying sled that was used during the diphtheria relay.  It looks so heavy and bulky compared to the sleek sleds used by mushers today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7168027152531930807?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7168027152531930807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7168027152531930807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7168027152531930807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7168027152531930807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/author-gay-salisbury.html' title='Author Gay Salisbury'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5fHmVt5wI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dS8QX6DPBYc/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-1142467234205042606</id><published>2007-03-06T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:06:38.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceremonial Start Photos 4</title><content type='html'>Veteran musher 16, Aliy Zirkle, heads back to her sled after checking on her dogs.  Rookie number 71, Allen Moore, is probably observing how an experienced musher gets the job done.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5ReWVt5vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zIxIOrJxzNw/s1600-h/DSC01907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5ReWVt5vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zIxIOrJxzNw/s320/DSC01907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039054614908757746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-1142467234205042606?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/1142467234205042606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=1142467234205042606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1142467234205042606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1142467234205042606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/ceremonial-start-photos-4.html' title='Ceremonial Start Photos 4'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5ReWVt5vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zIxIOrJxzNw/s72-c/DSC01907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-6048875433678898630</id><published>2007-03-06T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:00:43.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceremonial Start Photos 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5PwmVt5uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hpU8mn-70es/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5PwmVt5uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hpU8mn-70es/s320/DSC01926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039052729418114786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dee Dee Jonrowe, an Alaskan who was born in Germany,  pets all her dogs and hugs all the Iditarod volunteers.  She is wearing a traditional coastal Eskimo "kuspuk" in bright pink.  The native women wear these brightly colored dresses over their "skin" parkas to protect them and add a little color to their outfits.  Dee Dee wears the kuspuk to honor the cultural heritage of native Alaskans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-6048875433678898630?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/6048875433678898630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=6048875433678898630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6048875433678898630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6048875433678898630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/ceremonial-start-photos-3.html' title='Ceremonial Start Photos 3'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5PwmVt5uI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hpU8mn-70es/s72-c/DSC01926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-831154920246536261</id><published>2007-03-06T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:36:43.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceremonial Start Photos 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5PFmVt5tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/t679FQY_su8/s1600-h/DSC01917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5PFmVt5tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/t679FQY_su8/s320/DSC01917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039051990683739858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Martin Buser talks to his dogs while untangling a pair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-831154920246536261?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/831154920246536261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=831154920246536261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/831154920246536261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/831154920246536261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/ceremonial-start-photos-2.html' title='Ceremonial Start Photos 2'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5PFmVt5tI/AAAAAAAAAEg/t679FQY_su8/s72-c/DSC01917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-8567783332778855410</id><published>2007-03-06T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:56:07.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceremonial Start Photos 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5Mc2Vt5sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HKZsATAYkE0/s1600-h/DSC01881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5Mc2Vt5sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HKZsATAYkE0/s320/DSC01881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039049091580815042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Cim Smyth, bib number 4, taking off from the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5Lf2Vt5rI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/46s73kLeJ8c/s1600-h/DSC01881.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-8567783332778855410?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/8567783332778855410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=8567783332778855410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/8567783332778855410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/8567783332778855410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/ceremonial-start-photos.html' title='Ceremonial Start Photos 1'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re5Mc2Vt5sI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HKZsATAYkE0/s72-c/DSC01881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-5988006883717272300</id><published>2007-03-06T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:55:35.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceremonial Start 3-3-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re23YWVt5qI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yS8V4Ck_370/s1600-h/DSC01865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re23YWVt5qI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yS8V4Ck_370/s320/DSC01865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038885187038865058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re23OWVt5pI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cDB72aGR5M8/s1600-h/DSC01856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re23OWVt5pI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cDB72aGR5M8/s320/DSC01856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038885015240173202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up early and headed downtown to find a parking place and a good spot along the street to watch the Ceremonial Start.  During the night, truckload after truckload of snow was dumped on Anchorage city streets to make a chute for the dogteams to sled upon.  Local TV camera crews were setting up near the starting line.  I wanted my picture taken under the Iditarod start banner.  However, I had to wait, because there was a big group of teachers from Seattle posing for their pictures - at 7 AM.  It was a few degrees above 0F.  We walked along the street in  back of the starting line and took a picture of one of the 82 dog trucks with sled on top.  The dogs were all getting fed.  You can see some of the Chugach Mountains in the background.  It was so cold, but I had my sister's parka on, and there was NO WIND!  What a blessing to have a break from the wind for the mushers, volunteers, and spectators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-5988006883717272300?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/5988006883717272300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=5988006883717272300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5988006883717272300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/5988006883717272300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/ceremonial-start-33.html' title='Ceremonial Start 3-3-07'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re23YWVt5qI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yS8V4Ck_370/s72-c/DSC01865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-6110090204894018609</id><published>2007-03-06T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T10:29:04.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2y0WVt5oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sz0HrNntUFU/s1600-h/DSC01841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2y0WVt5oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sz0HrNntUFU/s320/DSC01841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038880170517063298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here also is a photo of one of the hundreds of volunteers who were scurrying here and there. I was thinking of all the other hundreds of volunteers who sew booties, serve as dog handlers at the race start, work at checkpoints organizing food and straw drops, work as volunteer veterinarians to check the dogs at checkpoints, serve as pilots who fly the small planes to deliver supplies, and transport sick or injured dogs, and those who organize tickets sales and sell Iditarod merchandise. This is a HUGE operation. Many of these people have been working on behalf of this 35th running Iditarod since the beginning in 1973!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-6110090204894018609?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/6110090204894018609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=6110090204894018609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6110090204894018609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6110090204894018609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/volunteers.html' title='Volunteers'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2y0WVt5oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sz0HrNntUFU/s72-c/DSC01841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-8511297248329616390</id><published>2007-03-06T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:05:26.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iditarod Communications Headquarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2tmWVt5kI/AAAAAAAAADY/xDcfvv42mFw/s1600-h/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2tmWVt5kI/AAAAAAAAADY/xDcfvv42mFw/s320/DSC01840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038874432440755778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2tMGVt5jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xb-57luIHmM/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2tMGVt5jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xb-57luIHmM/s320/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038873981469189682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2s1mVt5iI/AAAAAAAAADI/RndBOsryRrk/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2s1mVt5iI/AAAAAAAAADI/RndBOsryRrk/s320/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038873594922133026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor of the Millennium Hotel near the Anchorage airport are guest rooms transformed into "communications central" for the Iditarod Race.  This is where the official messages come in about the progress of the mushers.  All race information updated on the websites comes from this room.  I think Zuma must have been around, because a box of pizza was delivered shortly after I took one of these pictures.  I didn't see Zuma, but there was a dog cage next to the door with a husky puppy yipping and yapping.  (Read Zuma's Paw Prints on iditarod.com under "Teachers."  I am glad I am a teacher, because, when you tell anyone you are a teacher, they let you see everything.  They will stop and chat anytime.  They know that you are spreading the joy of this race around the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a photo of the official statistics board located in the lobby of the hotel on Monday morning 3/5 , approximately eighteen hours after the race started on Sunday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-8511297248329616390?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/8511297248329616390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=8511297248329616390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/8511297248329616390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/8511297248329616390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/iditarod-headquarters.html' title='Iditarod Communications Headquarters'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Re2tmWVt5kI/AAAAAAAAADY/xDcfvv42mFw/s72-c/DSC01840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-4090754066652210547</id><published>2007-03-05T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:54:52.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mushers' Banquet 3-1-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RezTtGVt5hI/AAAAAAAAADA/BZRZNK-J3cE/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RezTtGVt5hI/AAAAAAAAADA/BZRZNK-J3cE/s320/DSC00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038634854870017554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost two thousand people attended the sold-out Iditarod Mushers' Banquet in Sullivan Arena in downtown Anchorage.   83 mushers were there to choose their bib numbers, make speeches, and thank family members, friends and sponsors.  I tried to get autographs, but there were just too many people crowded in lines for each musher.  I got one autograph - Aliy Zirkle!  It was great to see the mushers looking polished, combed, and full of energy to get the race started.  In a few days they will look wind-burnt and wind-blown.  Smiles will turn into grim determination  with talk of strategies and obstacles.  Hobo Jim (in white hat) gave a rousing concert to get the crowd revved up.  Of course, he sang his I did the Iditarod song!  I came to the conclusion that the banquet crowd consisted of 1/3 mushers, families, and supporters, 1/3 retirees from all over the country, and 1/3 teachers!  I have met teachers from nearly every state and Canada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RezTc2Vt5gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VR3b_PD7Jm8/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RezTc2Vt5gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VR3b_PD7Jm8/s320/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038634575697143298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-4090754066652210547?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/4090754066652210547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=4090754066652210547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4090754066652210547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4090754066652210547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/mushers-banquet-3-1-07.html' title='Mushers&apos; Banquet 3-1-07'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RezTtGVt5hI/AAAAAAAAADA/BZRZNK-J3cE/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-4374734803297314586</id><published>2007-03-05T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:11:03.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Chill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RezNmWVt5cI/AAAAAAAAACY/fnxY-kYtrr4/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RezNmWVt5cI/AAAAAAAAACY/fnxY-kYtrr4/s320/DSC00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038628141836133826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big story in Anchorage is not how do the mushers and dogs survive out on the trail in the below zero weather, but how are the Iditarod spectators going to survive on Saturday for the Ceremonial Start.  The temperature has been 10-12 degrees F., but the winds have been brutal, with gusts up to 35 mph.  The strategy here is not so much dressing in layers, but to make sure your clothing doesn't have any holes!  You want and need anything to break the wind.  My knit gloves and wool knit hat are worthless!  You can't forget to protect your eyes from wind-driven grit coming off the streets and sidewalks.  There is ice always underfoot.  We have seen many Iditarod fans losing their footing and flipping upside down.  They are usually OK due to all the padding in their parkas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my husband, Terry, picking up a box full of REAL Alaska parkas and windpants that my sister "Gold Streaked" (sent by next available plane) from Fairbanks to Anchorage 350 miles away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-4374734803297314586?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/4374734803297314586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=4374734803297314586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4374734803297314586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4374734803297314586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/wind-chill.html' title='Wind Chill'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/RezNmWVt5cI/AAAAAAAAACY/fnxY-kYtrr4/s72-c/DSC00351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-4010953031066305064</id><published>2007-03-05T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:48:56.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tuned</title><content type='html'>Due to technical difficulties, we did not have a good connection in Anchorage.  Now in Fairbanks, I will start adding posts about our fantastic Iditarod experience.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-4010953031066305064?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/4010953031066305064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=4010953031066305064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4010953031066305064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4010953031066305064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay Tuned'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7843660207283308568</id><published>2007-03-01T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T11:08:52.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Anchorage!</title><content type='html'>We arrived at the Milliennium Hotel in Anchorage around 2:30 AM last night, March 1 (5:30am Texas time.)  Everything went well except for a one hour delay in Dallas. Our suitcases arrived too! It was something below zero, with a flag flapping hard outside, so there must have been quite a windchill. The sky is crystal clear this morning, and we may be able to see Denali today. My sister, who lives in Fairbanks, sent us parkas and snowpants by Gold Streak Alaska Air that we have to pick up this morning.  She is afraid we are going to freeze to death.   Had a GORGEOUS view of the Alaska coastline and mountains on our approach to Anchorage last night, due to clear skies and nearly full moon reflecting off the snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7843660207283308568?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7843660207283308568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7843660207283308568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7843660207283308568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7843660207283308568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-anchorage.html' title='In Anchorage!'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7294797709693841011</id><published>2007-02-28T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T04:11:18.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close-ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVxGNgmVwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qh8myO3FrAU/s1600-h/Iditarod07-1+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036556109803312898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVxGNgmVwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qh8myO3FrAU/s320/Iditarod07-1+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVw3NgmVvI/AAAAAAAAABw/y5tGYQUp7QQ/s1600-h/Iditarod07-1+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036555852105275122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVw3NgmVvI/AAAAAAAAABw/y5tGYQUp7QQ/s320/Iditarod07-1+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVwn9gmVuI/AAAAAAAAABo/RsSeRKDev-0/s1600-h/Iditarod07-1+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036555590112270050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVwn9gmVuI/AAAAAAAAABo/RsSeRKDev-0/s320/Iditarod07-1+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7294797709693841011?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7294797709693841011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7294797709693841011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7294797709693841011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7294797709693841011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/02/close-ups.html' title='Close-ups'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVxGNgmVwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qh8myO3FrAU/s72-c/Iditarod07-1+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-6893400773349691659</id><published>2007-02-28T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T04:20:22.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Teams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVq8tgmVsI/AAAAAAAAABU/q7vhrhpgUS0/s1600-h/Iditarod07-1+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036549349524788930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px" height="1" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVq8tgmVsI/AAAAAAAAABU/q7vhrhpgUS0/s320/Iditarod07-1+001.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVyytgmVxI/AAAAAAAAACM/ls5qE7NsB1o/s1600-h/Iditarod07-1+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036557973819119378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVyytgmVxI/AAAAAAAAACM/ls5qE7NsB1o/s320/Iditarod07-1+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. Hathaway's class is first to the burled archway by one dog-length! It looks like Mrs. Bowman's class will get the Red Lantern Award this year. You finished - you're both winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Iditarod mural our two classes created with poster paint life-sized huskies. Parent volunteers hung it on the back of the stage and connected the dogs together with poster paint ropes! I will include some close-up photos in my next post. Seven of our students, led by our principal, Mrs. Sparks, created a docent recording for the rest of the school to listen and hear about the history and details of the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-6893400773349691659?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/6893400773349691659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=6893400773349691659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6893400773349691659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/6893400773349691659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-teams.html' title='Go Teams!'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReVq8tgmVsI/AAAAAAAAABU/q7vhrhpgUS0/s72-c/Iditarod07-1+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-1122475456259022368</id><published>2007-02-27T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:14:04.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musher Karen Land Visits Our School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReToS9gmVrI/AAAAAAAAABI/ajK4-qZ3lAo/s1600-h/Iditarod07-1+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036405695753639602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReToS9gmVrI/AAAAAAAAABI/ajK4-qZ3lAo/s320/Iditarod07-1+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three-time Iditarod competitor (2002-2004) Karen Land, from Montana, paid a visit to Barbara Bush Elementary third graders on Monday. What a way to kick-off Iditarod Week! Karen was accompanied by her incredibly tame and loveable seven year- old husky, Borage. She told us such funny stories about Borage and his difficulties learning how to run as part of a team. His early attempts mostly included Borage flipped upside- down skidding along on his back! Later he "decided" he would like to be a lead dog, because the lead dogs got their hot dog snacks first in the long line of his teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-1122475456259022368?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/1122475456259022368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=1122475456259022368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1122475456259022368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/1122475456259022368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/02/musher-karen-land-visits-our-school.html' title='Musher Karen Land Visits Our School'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReToS9gmVrI/AAAAAAAAABI/ajK4-qZ3lAo/s72-c/Iditarod07-1+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-4748794057139446155</id><published>2007-02-25T19:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:23:51.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Balto, Part 2</title><content type='html'>The city of Cleveland went into action. Schoolkids collected coins, factory workers passed a hat, and community members donated whatever they could manage. The Balto Fund raised the needed money in just ten days! Balto was saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 19, 1927, Balto and six other hero sled dogs were transported to the Cleveland zoo from California to live out their days in comfort. 15,000 visitors came to see them their first day.  Balto lived almost six more years and died at the age of 14.  His body is preserved and on exhibit at The Cleveland Museum of Natural History.  Except for a five month visit to the Anchorage Museum of History and Art in 1998, Balto's mount has remained in Ohio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-4748794057139446155?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/4748794057139446155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=4748794057139446155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4748794057139446155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4748794057139446155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/02/saving-balto-part-2.html' title='Saving Balto, Part 2'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-712575987651170740</id><published>2007-02-25T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:05:46.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Balto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReJcQNgmVpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Fyg_5nqB498/s1600-h/BALTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035688766927689362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReJcQNgmVpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Fyg_5nqB498/s320/BALTO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-712575987651170740?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/712575987651170740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=712575987651170740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/712575987651170740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/712575987651170740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/02/saving-balto.html' title='Saving Balto'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/ReJcQNgmVpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Fyg_5nqB498/s72-c/BALTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7963030492854082927</id><published>2007-02-25T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:09:41.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Balto, Part 1</title><content type='html'>In the early morning hours of February 2, 1925, Balto led Gunnar Kaasen's sled dog team into Nome with lifesaving diphtheria serum. The people of Nome were rescued from this horrifying disease. Balto and his canine teammates became instant celebrities around the world. Soon Balto and friends were traveling across the United States making appearances in towns and carnivals as the "Heroes of Alaska." (My information for this post comes from a brochure called, "Balto and the Hero Dogs of Alaska" that my family received on a visit to the Cleveland Museum of Natual History.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time 1927 rolled around, the dogs began to lose popularity. A Cleveland businessman named George Kimball found the dogs in Los Angeles, ill and mistreated in a "dime" museum.&lt;br /&gt;He mounted a campaign to raise $2000 to bring Balto and his buddies to Cleveland in order to have the dogs live the rest of their lives in a comfortable home, the Brookside Zoo (now the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7963030492854082927?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7963030492854082927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7963030492854082927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7963030492854082927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7963030492854082927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/02/saving-balto-part-1.html' title='Saving Balto, Part 1'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7452520955204179870</id><published>2007-02-13T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T03:58:54.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balto and Togo</title><content type='html'>Many young people have heard or seen the story of Balto, the heroic sled dog who led Gunnar Kasson's final relay team into Nome carrying life-saving diphtheria serum to rescue the children of Nome, Alaska. In my third grade class we begin by enjoying the visual images created by hearing Margaret Davidson's &lt;em&gt;Balto: the Dog Who Saved Nome &lt;/em&gt;read aloud&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;There are two other books I can recommend that children read: Natalie Standiford's &lt;em&gt;The Bravest Dog Ever: the True Story of Balto&lt;/em&gt; and Elizabeth Cody Kimmel's &lt;em&gt;Balto and the Great Race. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nome story cannot be considered complete without reading of another heroic lead dog, Togo! Do not miss &lt;em&gt;Togo&lt;/em&gt; by Robert J. Blake. This book was so popular with Texas children, that it won the Texas Bluebonnet Award in 2005 (voted as #1 by elementary kids.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students will also hear me read &lt;em&gt;The Great Serum Race: Blazing the Iditarod Trail&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Arctic Light, Arctic Nights&lt;/em&gt; by Debbie S Miller, from Fairbanks, Alaska. The illustrations by Jon Van Zyle are not to be missed in these two books. As I am reading the first book, I love to add excerpts from the book for older readers by Gay Salisbury and Laney Salisbury called &lt;em&gt;The Cruelest Miles:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the Heroic Story of Dogs and Men in a Race Against an Epidemic&lt;/em&gt;. On my trip to Alaska, I will attend an author presentation by Gay Salisbury, so I will have to remember to bring my copy along to get her autograph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the stories of Balto and Togo come to life, my students are surprised to find out that the bodies of these heroic canines have been preserved - stuffed and mounted! Balto is preserved at the Cleveland Museum of Natural History in Ohio, and Togo can be found at the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race Headquarters building in Wasilla, Alaska. Togo's "home" in Wasilla is understandable, because Wasilla is where the "official" Iditarod race begins. However, why would Balto be in Cleveland, Ohio? That will be a story for another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7452520955204179870?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://library.thinkquest.org/4142/history.html' title='Balto and Togo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7452520955204179870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7452520955204179870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7452520955204179870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7452520955204179870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/02/balto-and-togo.html' title='Balto and Togo'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-4910399214327646077</id><published>2007-02-11T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T16:37:40.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iditarod'/><title type='text'>Texan ready for Alaska?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rc-OklbJNMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Iem1JPx5Vpk/s1600-h/DSC01790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030396067968529602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rc-OklbJNMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Iem1JPx5Vpk/s320/DSC01790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I ready? Today I tried on my outer layer Alaska gear: wind-proof, insulated parka, -40 waterproof boots with thermal liners, wool socks with sock liners, gloves with liners, fleece scarf, and Iditarod hat. I just couldn't bear to put on my thermal underwear. I will just have to test them under actual conditions. My adventure to Anchorage will begin in a little more than two weeks! My third graders will be busy this week painting their life-size huskies for our Iditarod mural. Needless to say, we are all getting excited for the 2007 Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-4910399214327646077?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/4910399214327646077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=4910399214327646077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4910399214327646077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/4910399214327646077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/02/texan-ready-for-alaska.html' title='Texan ready for Alaska?'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OSLGuiqSoUk/Rc-OklbJNMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Iem1JPx5Vpk/s72-c/DSC01790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2114723474074300522.post-7613569250628580679</id><published>2007-01-21T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T09:15:24.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iditarod'/><title type='text'>New at this blogging thing!</title><content type='html'>This is my first post.  I am setting up a blog to share with my third graders in Texas when I travel to Alaska next month to observe first hand the start of the Iditarod Sled Dog Race.  I have enjoyed teaching my students all the history and excitement of this race for about five years now.  I am thrilled to have the opportunity to see the race start in person and send reports with photos back to my school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2114723474074300522-7613569250628580679?l=idididid07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/feeds/7613569250628580679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2114723474074300522&amp;postID=7613569250628580679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7613569250628580679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2114723474074300522/posts/default/7613569250628580679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idididid07.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-at-this-blogging-thing.html' title='New at this blogging thing!'/><author><name>Mrs B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02232574652814092324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
