Alaskas Iron Dog 2010
Worlds longest snowmobile race.
The first Iron Dog event started in 1984, in Big Lake following the Northern Route of the Historic Iditarod Trail to Nome.
Todays Iron Dog course length 1971 miles, starting in Big Lake to Nome and finishing in Fairbanks, making it the Worlds longest snowmobile race.
The Iron Dog offers a non-competitive recreational class & the Pro Class Teams.
Iron Dog Blog http://irondog2010.blogspot.com/
To get all the info go to the Iron Dog Website. http://irondog.org/
A friend of mine Frank Mielke from Chugiak participated again this year in the Recreational Class.
He participated as one member of team #46 Team Black & Blue
He wrote the following story after his return to Chugiak.
IRONDOG 2010 TRAIL CLASS: ROUGH COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN by © Frank Mielke 2010
But Rain, Bare Ground, Open Water and Engine Failures Cant Keep Team Black & Blue from the Finish Line in Nome.
Well, I can tell this is going to be an adventurous ride, with lots of stories out of this by the end of the trail I said to my wife Shelley. In three hours we would start the Trail Class of the Irondog, the World Longest, Toughest Snowmobile Race, two days before the Pro Class start. I claim no gift of prophecy. But the conditions, mainly the warm weather, and reports of no snow on the Farewell Burn, promised more opportunities for a more eventful ride. Having a team of 6 riders meant we should have about the same amount of calamities as three 2-rider teams. We would be crossing the Alaska Range, three distinct climate zones and the Susitna, Kuskokwim and Yukon drainages, which cover the majority of the land mass in Alaska. Anything can happen on the Irondog. This year 38 riders were in the Trail Class, twice as many as some previous years. The field included many veterans who had run the Pro Class. That too would help make it an interesting run.
Whatever the condition,
once you are committed and ready
to go, there isnt a thought of not running, unless the race itself is cancelled.
Whatever the condition, once you are committed and ready to go, there isnt a thought of not running, unless the race itself is cancelled.
But to explain why we were running in the first place, well, its just about the grandest adventure that a regular guy can do. Theres simply nothing like it in the world. We had already gotten the Irondog bug, as all but one of our team ran together in 2007 or 2008. We watched the 2009 start, and the envy was obvious. All my former teammates admitted some degree of regret. Each of us started thinking about running again right then and there, if we hadnt already.
So we formed a team, called Team Black & Blue, the colors of the Ski Doo Summits four of us were running, and the color of our bruises by the time we would reach Nome. Our team roster read like this:
Larry Weisheim, age 68, 5th Irondog, Anchorage
Gene Tharpe, age 71, 1st Irondog, Bradenton, Florida
Bill Mielke (my brother), age 61, 3rd Irondog, Wasilla
Frank Mielke, age 60, 3rd Irondog, Chugiak
Otis Mielke (Bills son), age 32, 2nd Irondog, Wasilla
Tim Bruns, age 47, 3rd Irondog, Wasilla
If Gene finished, he would be the oldest finisher in Irondog history. Again, as in 2007, we would be the oldest team (totaling 339 years), running long track sleds, the slowest in the field. I also predicted that our long tracks again would be required to break trail somewhere, as we had done in 2007 and 2008. Again, this was no mystic prophecy, just a statistical likelihood under such conditions.
The temperature at the start was over 60 degrees warmer
than it was on our last run in 2008. Imagine
how different LA is at 20 degrees than at 80 degrees and you get some idea how drastically
different the issues can be. It was more than
70 degrees warmer in some spots upriver. The
temperature, just above freezing, rose slightly and within 10 miles rain started. And it would rain or snow all the way to the first
layover. This didnt dampen any spirits.
The temperature at the start was over 60 degrees warmer than it was on our last run in 2008. Imagine how different LA is at 20 degrees than at 80 degrees and you get some idea how drastically different the issues can be. It was more than 70 degrees warmer in some spots upriver. The temperature, just above freezing, rose slightly and within 10 miles rain started. And it would rain or snow all the way to the first layover. This didnt dampen any spirits.
After the first checkpoint at Skwenta, most of the teams stopped at Shell Lake Lodge, the second checkpoint. We went past, and teams started following us as we prepared to climb the stairs over into the Happy River Valley and into the Alaska Range. About 30 miles from Puntilla, the third checkpoint, we met the trail breaking team, who went ahead, following a GPS track from a previous years race route. There isnt just one Irondog route, as trail locations are often changed to meet changed conditions.
There was about two feet of fresh snow, that covered most of our tracks from a training run the week before. However, the GPS route had not be used by teams training for this years Irondog, and the snow lacked any packed base. Machines that spun sank quickly and were difficult to extract. It was impassible in such rainy conditions. The entire trail class waited behind the trailbreakers until thoroughly soaked. They couldnt seem to make much headway, so we decided to take the trail we trained on. Our odds looked better if we went that way. Now, turning around in a single file trail with five feet of sticky snow on each side is no easy task. Machines needed help getting turned around. Chris Maynard, a most expert snowmobile guide and trekker, suggested we foot pack the steep hill on our new route. About half the trail class riders pitched in and sweated their way to the top of the hill packing a better trail, and Otis and Bill and I drove our machines up, breaking a new route around the problem area. All followed our packed trail, including the trailbreakers.
We made it to Rainy Pass Lodge late at night, soaking wet. The entire trail class, minus two who stayed at Shell Lake, overnighted there. Our lodging, which we shared with about three other teams, was draped with soaking wet gear. The weather cleared late at night, and the second day promised to be a better day. But nothing is guaranteed in the Irondog.
We left the next morning to much better weather, but still too near the melting point. We were one of the last teams out, and followed tracks to Hells Gate and the South Fork of the Kuskokwim River, which empties into the Bering Sea. We made good time toward Rohn. I failed to notice open water in time and spun wildly to get across, which I did, but my machine spunout of control when I hit the ice on the other side, It flipped and broke the windshield. It looked reparable, and we were close to Rohn, so I stuck the windshield on the machine. But it started to come off, and I didnt notice that the track I was following had been backtracked when the riders saw open water. I tried to get across, the thin ice broke, and in a flash I was in the water. My first instinct was to get off the machine and out of water. I jumped off quickly and pushed back. The machine was in the current, tipping over and about to be swept under the ice. My nanosecond thought was, without my machine and gear, Im not much good back here. Ive got to save the machine. I found a place where I could stand, grabbed the handlebar and righted the machine, which still had some flotation and strained to pull it away from the current.
Next, I pulled my tow rope out of the handlebar bag, and looped it around the mountain bar on top of the handlebars and threw the rope to Larry up on the bank. We held the machine until Tim and Bill got ropes around the skis hooked up to their machines. I pushed a large chunk of floating ice up to the edge and used it as a ramp and Bill and Tim pulled the machine out. I was in the icy water for over 10 minutes. I got out of my wet clothes, and got covered quickly. I had heard that you can fill your bunny boots (rubber military boots, worn by most Irondoggers) with water, dump the water out wring your sox out and put the boots on and keep your feet warm. I didnt really believe it, but I do now. I managed to get dry enough to keep from shivering too hard, and Bill started towing me to Rohn. It took three machines and considerable hauling to get mine up a steep riverbank and into the Rohn checkpoint.
Fortunately, there is a warm cabin at Rohn. While I was warming up and drying out, Otis, ace mechanic, went to work. He had it running before I was dry. The firing of the engine was one of the most beautiful sounds Ive ever heard. We were on the trail out of Rohn and though almost everyone had passed us by then, we only lost about 2 hours. Bill said it was akin to an Old Testament miracle. With no carburetors, and a totally sealed electronic system, there isnt a lot to get wet. Shutting the engine off early was critical too. I couldnt believe my luck (or my stupidity for being in the water in the first place).
But now we faced the Farewell Burn, usually the roughest part of the trail. Reports were bad, terrible in fact, and horribly true. It took us about 9 hours, instead of the 2 to 3 hours it took us in 2008. Thats 9 backbreaking, bone jarring, exhausting hours instead of 2-3 hours of sit-down riding. Im never sure of the exact time across the burn when it is rough, because you have to ignore time. I say, dont look at your watch, dont look at your odometer, its much too discouraging. Keep in mind if you keep moving forward, you will eventually get though.
The Burn in 2007 was just as rough, except the rough part started to fade about 20 miles out of Nikolai, and got better with more snow as we went. This year the rough terrain attacked you with its relentlessness, fighting you all the way to the river at Nikolai. Only then did we had good snow. About the only smooth surface we had was the lakes, which were thawing in the warm weather, and we had to skip across open water on most of them. Open water made me understandably nervous at this point. When the engine speed increases and the vehicle speed decreases, no matter what you are driving, the instinct is to feather the throttle to get better traction. When crossing open water, one must fight that instince and squeeze the throttle harder when the track spins. Only later did I wonder what would happen if your engine quit in the middle of the lake.
We passed two teams having mechanical problems on the Burn, so we felt we were finally getting back into it. We made it to Nikolai at 11 PM. We had intended to go on to McGrath, but considering what the day had been like, we accepted the invitation to stay in Nikolai, which previous Irondoggers had passed on. We stayed in the school gym and slept well on the tumbling mats. The locals cooked us dinner at midnight and breakfast in the morning. The people of Nikolai couldnt have been nicer. Its not the competition, but the camaraderie and good will that make the Irondog trail class run a tremendous experience.
We made good time into McGrath and several teams were still there, others having just left. A checker at Rohn had called ahead and had a windshield waiting for me. It wasnt an exact fit, so I put it on with Larrys Gorilla tape. We greased our machines and were off again. It was fun to run in the pack again. The trail to Takotna was good, but then again, after the Burn everything seemed pretty good.
From Takotna the route follows a summer mining road, with a good surface, and is one of the most enjoyable stretches of the Irondog. It is uphill as it goes out of the Kuskokwim drainage and up over into the Yukon River drainage, in the Innoko River Valley. We made good time in the almost 100 mile run to the ghost town of Ophir. This part of the Innoko valley is almost a dead zone. A miner told me that human artifacts or old animal remains or fossils are only rarely found in the thousands and thousand of yards of gravel mined for Gold in the Innoko District. Animal tracks are sparse and it looks very dry. Maybe thats why no one lives in the almost 250 mile stretch between Takotna and Ruby. But it was beautiful in its starkness and unusual light as the daylight faded. We encountered rain again, but it was light and transient. We made good time to Poorman, another mining town turned ghost town.
Poorman is always a welcome checkpoint, and even better this year, with the Army National Guard, the prime Irondog sponsor, furnishing a tent with life phone and computer connections. We called home and enjoyed the perennial hot stew and powerade furnished by the Spenard Builders Supply volunteers. We felt good as we departed for Ruby, 57 miles away. Most of the teams were bunched up at Ruby with a couple further downriver. We stayed at Rachels B & B, where we had our best meals on the trail. Who would expect chicken parmesan late at night in Ruby? We left well rested in the morning, finally ahead of most of the trail class teams. The Yukon River was generally smooth and we blasted to Galena and on to Kaltag.
At Kaltag the trail
leaves the Yukon and goes over via an ancient trade routes between Indians on the river
and Eskimos on the Bering Sea coast. We heard
horror stories about the rough trail from
Kaltag and no snow in the Unalakleet Valley. The
trail was a little rough, but improved and was very good and well marked into Unalakleet. The ride in was spectacular and we met many of our
trail class friends. Rooms were scarce there,
so we proceeded on to Shaktoolik, a beautiful 40 mile ride along the coast in the fading
light. We found a rare exception to the usual
generous rural Alaska hospitality in Shaktoolik, getting a meager dinner of a bologna sandwich and cup of noodle soup, and
breakfast of toast and coffee, which we paid dearly for.
At Kaltag the trail leaves the Yukon and goes over via an ancient trade routes between Indians on the river and Eskimos on the Bering Sea coast. We heard horror stories about the rough trail from Kaltag and no snow in the Unalakleet Valley. The trail was a little rough, but improved and was very good and well marked into Unalakleet. The ride in was spectacular and we met many of our trail class friends. Rooms were scarce there, so we proceeded on to Shaktoolik, a beautiful 40 mile ride along the coast in the fading light. We found a rare exception to the usual generous rural Alaska hospitality in Shaktoolik, getting a meager dinner of a bologna sandwich and cup of noodle soup, and breakfast of toast and coffee, which we paid dearly for.
Leaving Shaktoolik, we had moved up to third place and felt pretty good. We left around 8 in the morning and about 20 miles out Bills engine burned up. I towed Bill into Koyuk, approximately 40 miles, and Otis worked on the engine. He got it running on one cylinder, good for about 40 mph. It lasted about 20 miles and quit for good. Otis towed Bill the rest of the way to Nome, about 135 miles.
But we still made good time, towing at 30- 40 most of the time. We proceeded mostly on ocean ice to White Mountain on a most beautiful and sunny day. We went past Elim and Golovin and crossed Golovin Bay, then up to the Fish River to White Mountain. The local volunteers at the checkpoints were great, helpful and efficient. Just past White Mountain Tim saw a guy fishing tomcod through the ice and we stopped and visited, and Tim fished for awhile. Its the things along the road that count not the road, I was once told. Three different riders told me they wished they had stopped more, taken more pictures and taken more time to visit. I recommended they do the Irondog again so they can truly enjoy the ride.
Five miles out of White Mountain, my engine burned up. As it turned out, a majority of machines running 2010 e-Tec engines had engine problems. Larry towed me the 75 miles to Nome. But it was warm, I never got cold and we made it to the finish line, dubbed Team Black & Blue, Towing Two but beating the first racing team into Nome. We spent two days in Nome. One needs a couple days to decompress and realize that there is another world outside the Irondog. And Nome is a great town to hang out it anytime.
There are always lessons to be learned, noted and reinforced from experiences, like the Irondog, that ride a fine line between fun and disaster. One Ive noted, but still dont always observe is: take care of your little problems so they dont grow into major problems/stop and fix your windshield so you can focus on the trail. Also, keep your tow rope handy. I would have lost my machine for good if I hadnt been able to get at my strap pronto. The rules required one tow rope per team; we had one per person and needed all of them. A pro team had to go an extra 50-60 miles to get a second rope to tow into Nome. Another pro team lost a machine in Norton Bay and a handy tow strap might have improved their odds of saving that one. But the best lesson is there are no winners or losers in the trail class. Ive never seen an event with so many competitive people who got along so well. That is probably as remarkable as the terrain, or the scenery, which is truly spectacular. We started friendly and ended as friends.
Its been said that in the Irondog, any finish is a win. We had a great time, and no one questioned if the effort was worth it. It is truly a world class adventure. Where else but Alaska could a regular guy of normal means participate in the premier event of its sort in the world? Were the luckiest people alive, and given what I went through, Im among the luckiest of the luckiest.
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