"Ha Ha! Most of you threw your heavy clothes off way back!", "I kept mine!"

From Apache Territory, we head north though the rough mountains.

Ahead we find a deep canyon, that seemed to go on forever, but once we past the Canyon, we eventually came to a place where it never stopped raining (DUH, Seattle!). The rain was dreary, but we pushed on, and never once got the urge to kill ourselves from the sadness that the rain brought on.

Once past the rain it got cold again, colder than even the mountains back at the start of the race.

Up ahead I could see a sign that said...

"Nome, Alaska"
"Home of the popsicle People!"

On we pushed until we saw a banner crossing the road, and I urged SpitWad, "Go , Faster. Go, Faster Spitwad."

We crossed the finishline, but the race was too close for us to tell who won.