Good grief marten-match-maker. Hahaha!
I'll PM yah my number. We're long overdue for a conversation bud.
The one gal that I was amazed with up there, we talked dogs while I was working in Noatak. Her father was a musher and she even offered me to park my dogteam at her moms place so I could have help during training runs. Kinda had a crush on the gal.
She broke though the sea ice and drowned. There were weird, thin patches of ice that year near mouth of Noatak River. I dunno if it was stronger currents or too warm of a spring? I saw it too: drill a hole for sheefish: 18 inches of ice. Walk 20 feet, drill another hole: 4 inches of ice. Then feel your heart sink to your toes, scared to even walk back to your sled..........
