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These dogs are born to do one thing: pull the sled
ELY, Minn. -- "Ready?" our guide called out. I nodded, but in an instant the runners were askew in very deep snow. Too late. He unhitched the team and we were off -- me literally.See the full content of this document
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Where the Huskies Go
There I was, dragging behind a sled with six dogs running happily down the trail. I'd lost a team the day before and refused to do that again. So I hung on, both legs dangling straight out behind me.
Like any wreck, it happened in slow motion...See the full content of this document
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