If you've been around this blog for any amount of time, you know I grew up in Alaska and lived in Nome for several of those years. It was quite an adventure, moving from Portland to what was an extremely remote spot of the world at that time in the late 60's. Finally I have the opportunity to return and for an exciting reason, to see my nephew run the Iditarod race! I'm so proud of him, at just 21 years old he has been mushing all his life, and running this race has always been a dream of his.
The race starts in Anchorage and ends in Nome over a 1,000 miles later.
I lived in Nome when the first Iditarod was run in 1973, a race commemorating the 1925 serum run to Nome by mushers that saved the children from a diphtheria epidemic when planes where unable to reach the town from Anchorage. It was exciting to hear the fire siren go off at all hours of the day or night, announcing a musher was nearing town. Virtually everyone would head down to front street, regardless if we were in school or asleep in bed, to cheer them in.
A week ago I was out with my mom when she began talking about the trip, how not only would my older brother be there to see his son come in, but also my younger brother. She talked about staying in our old house, having the opportunity to stay there as they know the people who currently reside in the home. As a coincidence, they just happened to have plans to be out of town during the event and needed someone to watch their dog. Then it clicked and all of a sudden I thought, "Well why aren't I going?! I have to go. Should I go? Is it okay if I go? Is there room?" And I promptly got on the phone to my husband, asking if it fit into his schedule for me to be gone and could he look into a ticket. And that was that.
How often do you get a chance to return to your childhood home, with all your original family members, and to actually have the chance to STAY in the home? Weird. It's going to be quite the trip I'm thinking.
With a ticket booked, I'm off to REI today to stock up on winter gear. If I fear anything in life it is being cold. My younger brother is already planning our outings and adventures and I want to be able to keep up with him. And that means being prepared!