
08/02/2025
There is something to be said for the days that Alaska is colored on a grayscale. The sky, the snow, even the trees are a deep shade of grayish green.
Its quiet on these days in most places. So quiet that when im standing on the runners, I can almost hear the energy thrum of the dog team in front of me. The way we flow through the woods.
That gray completely surrounding us, turning our energy into color when we have nothing to compete with. Even my gray coated dogs are a color thats flowing with something more, separate from the gray around us.
As we run we coat ourselves in more gray, the frost that forms on fur and parka from our breath. A gray that is very much alive and changes with the trail. Grows thicker in the sunken valleys that allow the cold to settle there. That gray and that quiet, seeming to part for this team that is bursting with harnessed energy. Living color that is our own. That color, that energy doesn’t make a sound but you can feel it.
-Elke