Today is the race "restart" in Willow. After the hooplah of Saturday's ceremonial start in Anchorage, the Willow restart feels more like going to a rodeo.
My mom is having a meltdown in the basement, overwhelmed by the organizational nightmare of packing for Iditarod. I am pushing my crisis management skills to their limits to stay serene and be helpful without getting in the way.
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I feel more and more nervous as it grows nearer to my mother's turn to ride out into the chute. Finally, when it's time, I ride standing on one runner of her sled all the way to the "Start" banner.
I feel dazed after she leaves.
I feel dazed after she leaves.
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