The morning we left I harnessed my dogs, lifted the snow anchor and the dogs all exploded forward. Powerful legs of anvil-hard muscle thundered like pistons.
We were off. In the early morning cold our exhaled breath froze leaving behind an overhead ribbon trail like locomotive funnel steam.
I waved to Jennifer.
We rounded the sea ice shoreline.
And we were gone.
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