








by Jane Blaile
Physically, I am back home. But my mind and heart still have pieces in Alaska - with the people I met and at the places I was. On the trail every day, I'd wake up and have to ask myself, "Where am I?" That has happened to me several days since I've been back! One day I woke up thinking about where I was. When I realized I was home in Phoenix, I asked myself, "Is the Iditarod over?" I guess some of my thoughts are still catching up with me. I have had dreams about mushers traveling along the trail and being at checkpoints.
Everything around me reminds me of my experience. I thought a bumper sticker promoting the county sheriff's department stated "Honorary Musher". But it said "Honorary Member". When I was checking things off a list with my daughter, I told her I was being the "checker". Playing cribbage with my husband and father-in-law, I pointed out that the two highest scorers were Lance Mackey and Jeff King and the last was the Red Lantern winner. Those are silly, but true examples! I suppose my family and friends might tire of the Iditarod references, but I never will. My experience along the trail is over, but my experience of the Iditarod is not.