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  • Over Christmas break of my Junior year at Clemson University, my mother and I took a trip to Denver, CO. We had a few items on our itinerary, but dog-sledding wasn't high on my priority list and didn't really seem that possible. Our time in Denver was spent doing the usual tourist things: eating local foods (wild game steaks), having high tea at the Brown Palace Hotel, shopping, and even looking at some of the peculiar Medical Marijuana dispensaries. We were also there, however, to look at possible job opportunities and prices on places to live as I could see myself moving out there in a few years. Our time in Denver was short, but really just a stepping stone on the way to the real reason we went West - the mountains.
    We took a train to Winter Park, my first time using such transportation, and it was already getting exciting!
    After spending 2 days on the mountains, our pass included access to Mary Jane mountain, we were exhausted and about ready to go home. On the other hand, we didn't want to miss an experience only had in that area so we looked at the dog sledding options. We found one that had a 3-hour tour over a couple hundred acres of frozen ground and took off for it.
    We were greeted by about 30 barking dogs all lined up to be saddled to a sled, with about 9 pulling one sled. We bundled up sitting down in the sleigh with the musher standing behind us. It was so cool to see how all the dogs worked together and listened to directional commands of "gee" and "haw" for left and right. One unique, unforeseen problem we dealt with was that the dogs poop while running. Constantly. It was a humorous break to the breath-taking landscapes we were soaring through.
    After the ride, we got to feed the dogs and spend a little time playing with them in chest high snow. It was sublime.
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