Closed for hcsd1719Kayta de Borbón
Twenty-four years old
Wheel Left: Nanook, six year old male Canadian Eskimo Dog
Wheel Right: Ipiktok, four year old male Canadian Eskimo Dog
Point/Swing Left: Kinapak, four year old male Canadian Eskimo Dog (red mask dog only)
Point/Swing Right: Arrluk, five year old male Canadian Eskimo Dog
Lead: Yakone, six years old male Canadian Eskimo Dog
I grew up thinking I was some kind of immortal. Nothing to fear and no reason to fear it. A lot of that had to do with my Father and the stories he would tell me before bed. Mostly myths and legends of the world, others with strong moral lessons but all of them told with me as the main character. He always told me that I could do anything, that as long as my heart was true and my mind strong there was nothing in the world that could beat me. I maybe took that to literal...
I was the kid in the school yard ready to do anything. Sometimes that marked me as a trouble maker but I liked to think of it as making me a conqueror of all. A little dramatic perhaps but when it came to out showing or proving someone I made it my life goal to win. If I was dared to climb a tree I would climb to the very top and scream my name out loud, telling all that I had climbed that tree. I was even dared on a field trip to walk over to the wild buffalo and pet it. I remember my teacher's face when she saw me petting the buffalo. It turned out the 'wild' buffalo wasn't as wild as we liked to think, it had been raised in the area and was the park ranger's friend, but we didn't know that. And neither did my teacher.
And yet all the stupid dumb things that I did I only seriously hurt myself once. In eighth grade I broke my arm trying to do this BMX move that some college kid was doing. In my mind there was only one problem, I didn't know how to do that but as I watched I didn't think it looked too hard. I was wrong, it was a lot harder then I thought and the ground was even harder. After my arm healed I spent three months just learning that move so I could show everyone that I could do it. And I did.
All this will lead to what will happen next in my life.
At 24 I had spent the last four years in Canada. It started as a backpacking trip lasting a few weeks a month as most and turned into something else completely. I went in hope of learning about the First Nations. Weeks turned into months and before long I had forgotten about my life in Montana. From there I traveled with a group up to Manitoba to the beaches of Hudson Bay. I took that opportunity to learn about the Inuit people. I was instantly welcomed and spent most of my four years in Churchill where my passion of it's culture and ways of life grew.
It was another dare, a challenge that I wouldn't be able to finish the Iditarod Trail, that had me learning about sledding. I learned as fast as I could and in that first year I joined and only made it to the Fingerlake check point before I scratched. The second time I worked on building my team but still only made it to Kaltag. This year was different, I could feel it. My team was strong and worked well together. Five of the sixteen had been with me as new born pups and made the heart of the team. I was going to make it this year, it was a chat that I whispered to my dogs and chanted in my head.