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You decide to trust your dogs, since your dogs have better instincts in a storm than you do. They reward your trust—soon you sail into Takotna for a hearty meal and a refreshing shower. You decide to cut your stay short, because you're making great time, and you want to win this race! You're on your way toward the Unalakleet checkpoint. It seems like you've been on this trail forever. You've come 900 miles already—only 222 miles to go. To get to the checkpoint, you ride through a valley along some coastal mountains, a route used for a thousand years by the natives. But you're getting tired. Do you pull over and take a quick doze? Or do you head for the toasty Tripods Flats cabin nearby and get a good sleep? |
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