The way it's organized, Alaska is just one hour later than Seattle. This works great for business, but I notice that the old natural chronometer still works the same. Breakfast always seems to be at eight, at the earliest, and dinner at seven or eight here in Nome. In truth, after I thought about it, the timing is normal. We are now going over the hump into spring with day and night about 12 and 12, with daylight rapidly taking the advantage at a clip of five, then speeding up to six or seven minutes a day gain.
Today promises to be a spring harbinger.
Mushers Palmer Sagoonik and the three Seaveys, Dan, Danny, and Mitch, will all be travelling in the bright sun toward Nome. I would rather suffer the inconvenience of a warm, sunny day than travelling in a howling windstorm. They should have a scenic excursion on Topkok hill, capped by an evening finish in Nome. I have not confirmed the exact details of a collision between Palmer's team and a snowmachine. As always, the best policy is to wait for an exact description and press release from Iditarod headquarters, but it appears the popular Eskimo musher from Shaktoolik, Alaska, lost a team dog in the collision.