He's a runner.
High up into the Rockies near Canmore, Alberta for a new experience. Dog sledding, sometimes called "mushing".
The trail was at nearly double the altitude of Calgary, itself 1,000 or so metres.
The initial acceleration is quite strong. Some of the huskies were literally jumping up and down to get running while stopped.
For the chauffeurs among us, there was one golden rule: don't let go.
Always be ready to stop though, because if one dog gets the call of nature, it will just get dragged along on its bottom with all the others. The guides were also looking out for slower sleds, swapping dogs to even things up.
thin, even though I live in the "kilometre high city". The heavy boots didn't help either, but I was never cold.
Break time, hanging out with Abbie-May. The guides and the 3rd generation owner know every dog's name and personality. More than just work, it's a way of life for them. They were continually looking out for all the dogs' health and happiness.
There was one near tip over, though the guide quickly undid my bad drunken steering.
We must've said thanks and bye to nearly every dog.