As you may have gathered from previous posts, we went to the starting line of the Yukon Quest last Saturday. The weather was about as perfect as it can get for Fairbanks in February. We watched most of the mushers take off from downtown Fairbanks. The best part of the day was hurrying back home and walking out to the big field by our house to watch the mushers cross the area where we walk almost every day. I am always struck by the quiet beauty of this sport.