I have an eye for history. I'm proud of my son and particularly my grandson. The tradition goes on. It's another historic first. Mushing runs in the family, and it seems a natural now for the trio to embark on the same goal of reaching Nome, but the genesis for this trip actually dates back about a decade.
Kids say the darnedest things.
A year ago, as Danny approached the minimum Iditarod age, he asked grandpa if he recalled the question. He didn't, but the idea sounded pretty cool, and here they are. As long as I was capable of hobbling up to the sled. Dan just wants to make it to Nome in reasonable style one more time, which pretty much describes Danny's approach. It's been a goal as long as I remember.