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Shades of 'Sgt. Preston of the Yukon' in Colorado

November 16, 1986|MARTY CARLOCK | Carlock is a Weston, Mass., free-lance writer.

SNOWMASS, Colo. — The kennels were silent when we arrived, but now canine clamor echoes through the valley. Mark, copper-bearded, came running from the source of the noise with a leashed husky dog about the same color as his beard. It wasn't clear who was pulling whom.

Four 12-foot Arctic sleds, tied down to four stout stakes, stood ready; laid out on the snow in front of each sled was a dog-team harness with 11 yokes. As his dog frisked and pranced, Mark knelt at one harness, clipped the dog's lead to a ring. He put his hand through a sheepskin-padded yoke, grabbed the dog's muzzle and pulled its head through. "Down!" he commanded, and the powerful animal settled placidly onto the snow.

Four other dog handlers repeated the process 43 times, until four strings of furry husky dogs lay obediently in their places in the snow. Then the paying customers were parceled out by twos; a handler named Mac invited my son and me to load onto his sled.

Crossing Ski Runs

We were at Krabloonik Kennels, in the same basin as Snowmass Ski Area. Indeed, the trails our dogs would run would cross some of Snowmass' ski runs.

Long before anyone ever heard of the Iditarod cross-Alaska dog sled race, sled dogs were being bred here in the valley of Castle Creek. These dogs' ancestors were movie and TV stars, hauling sleds in the "Sergeant Preston" (of the Canadian Mounties) series.

Today, instead of show biz, Krabloonik dogs are loaned to Iditarod competitors and to polar expeditions. Six Krabloonik dogs were on the Seger expedition that reached the North Pole by dog sled last year.

In Aspen-Snowmass, dog sled trips are so popular that at Christmas time, Krabloonik can count on a waiting list of several hundred clients. Out of high season, though, you may be able to get a reservation on a few days' notice, as we did.

Participatory People

My son Hal and I are both participatory people--we would rather play sports than watch, and drive things than ride--and we feel rather foolish being tucked in like expeditionary baggage. We soon learned that we were in for an adventure, but not in the lap of luxury.

It is advisable to take this trip with someone you already know very well. The passenger system is this: One person sits against the backrest and the second person sits between Person One's legs, which in turn rest atop Person Two's legs. Sardines have it roomy by comparison.

Sleds are designed to carry two, but one family in our four-sled party squeezed in three, two adults and a smallish girl. Mac arranged us in the sled, tucking in protruding feet and elbows. He snugged a blanket around our legs and shouted, "Hite!" The dogs rose in unison and begin to pull, kicking snow into our laps.

It crossed my mind, as we were being packed in, that Eskimos never ride in their sleds. Now I know why. At the first steep descent, the sled took a series of bumps that threatened to disconnect my sacroiliac.

My son is taller than I, so it had seemed logical for him to sit behind me so I could see. That was a mistake. The person in back can brace himself by clinging to the sled seat. The person in front has nothing to cling to but the blanket.

The musher has it even tougher. Downhill, he can sometimes stand on the back runner and ride a little, dragging a foot to steer. More often he runs alongside, one hand on the rear of the sled so he can yank it one direction or the other to correct its course. Uphill, he helps push. Sled drivers are very, very lean.

Although the dogs only run every other day, the drivers do two tours a day, six days a week, and care for the dogs in their spare time.

'Dumbed Out' Skiers

The trail leveled out, and the ride became more tolerable. After a short stretch of woods, we broke into an open space, the Catwalk run of the ski area. Mac says that sometimes skiers, not expecting to see sled dogs on their run, are "dumbed out" and stand in the way, mesmerized. He runs over their ski tails if they do.

Krabloonik dogs are trained to go at the command, "Hite!" or "Hut!" "We don't use 'mush,' " Mac said, "because too many smart-aleck skiers yell that at us, and it makes it hard to control the dogs." He does use "gee" and "haw" for left and right, and "ho," his voice dropping, for "whoa."

Our lead dog is named Bugs, but most of the team have Eskimo names: Alooke, Okak, Inook, Queran. The paired dogs are harnessed male-female, in a checkerboard pattern, so they won't fight.

Harness-mates change every day, to keep the dogs flexible about who their buddies are. "Otherwise, if a dog gets hurt, we couldn't put in a strange dog," Mac explained.

The two dogs paired behind the leader are called the point; not every animal will work there, because they don't have a dog right in front of them. Young dogs work at the rear of the team.

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