My Nome Home The Bering Sea B&B

Well, it is midnight in Nome and all is well.Chaos at the airport getting our bags, mixed with stacks of dog kennels and boxes and totes full of gear, people from town coming to pick up family members and parkies(parkas) ruffed with wolverine fur mixed with Carharts caked with dirt...everyone was glad to be home. Mr. Handeland brought his truck to cart me and three suitcases to their home with a view of the Bering Sea out the dining room window. He and Dana unloaded and carted them upstairs to my room, with the exception of frozen items staying in the Clubhouse, a little nook outside the house with a door. Which is where all the dog biscuits went to live. The race continues to be very interesting, with the top four beginning to balance rest run cycles with shorter stops at checkpoints. It is a race to win now for the last three hundred miles. Angie was still mushing as I put my head on the pillow, maintaining an excellent pace during difficult parts of the trail. Temperature here in Nome was 2 degrees Centigrade when I landed and they had had a snowfall. Not super old for this time of year. Glad to be in a bed for the night, sending safety prayers to all the athletes, Faith