Well, we finally caught a ride. A truck stopped and said that we were two girls and a sled in search of snow, which we were. The driver said he was going home to snow country and would take us there, Yipppee! I asked to borrow his cell phone to tell my peeps we were on our way but got a shock when the peeps said that the Iditarod was over and the tail-enders were straggling in. What??? That was the bad news. The good news was that since we never quit, we finished in 45th place. I know 1st gets a gold medal, second a silver and third a bronze. What did we win? A participation pin in the color of puppy poo. We hadn’t gone too far and the peeps came and got us-the man in the truck waited and all was fine. My peeps said we were off track anyway because the licence plate on the truck was from Vermont.
We rested up in preparation for Stuart and Ranger’s birthday party.