The Last Great Race

The Last Great Race is going to start on Saturday, 3/4. Its a race not measured in miles per hour but instead days. The power is not a 500 horsepower V-8 engine. The power comes for the legs of 14 dogs. The race is The Iditarod.

A race over 1150 miles of the roughest, most beautiful terrain Mother Nature has to offer. She throws jagged mountain ranges, frozen river, dense forest, desolate tundra and miles of windswept coast at the mushers and their dog teams. Add to that temperatures far below zero, winds that can cause a complete loss of visibility, the hazards of overflow, long hours of darkness and treacherous climbs and side hills

Some are there to win. Others are there just to compete. Everyone is amazing. Not only do the drivers have to take care of themselves, they must care for and feed their dog team.

The history of the race is unmatched.

In 1925, part of the Iditarod Trail became a life saving highway for epidemic-stricken Nome. Diphtheria threatened and serum had to be brought in; again by intrepid dog mushers and their faithful hard-driving dogs.

The delivery of the serum saved many lives in Nome. And the dog made famous for being the lead dog as the serum was delivered into was, Balto.

An incredible race in the worst conditions possible. A test of man and dog. Be sure to check it out.