One morning, we decided that it would be a good idea to go dogsledding and thus found a place to do it. Here is the team of 8 pups. Matt has a huge smile on his face because he finally got the hang of it. He was the first to try and promptly fell, well, tumbled, off the sled twice within the first 2 minutes of starting. It could only get better from there, and it did, with Eric launching off the sled into a snow bank, my fish tail which I some how miraculously managed to stay on the sled, and Mom's bruise (the only one in the group) and she didn't even ride on the sled. Go figure.