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Chapter 79
The sky was threatening in the west, making darkness come early. It seemed to Mike that the woods were getting deep in shadow, and by the time he finally drove the eight-dog team up to the side trail that ran to the runway in back of Mark's house, it was getting to
the point where it was nearly too dark to see.
He was depending on Cumulus -- and a little on Ringo, too -- to find the way in the darkness, as much as his own knowledge of the trail, but Cumulus apparently figured that it was time to be getting home, so he made the turn to the spur trail without even being told. It
was good to know that Cumulus could be depended upon; Mike realized he might have missed the corner in the gloom.
Mark was waiting in back of the hanger, sitting on the seat of his pickup truck, when the dogs raced up the runway at a good trot. They came to a stop in front of the hanger in response to Mike's "Whoa"; while he set the brakes, Mark got out of the pickup truck to
help with staking the dogs back out at their doghouses.
"You know," Mark said conversationally "It's more work than it was when we only had three dogs to mess around with."
"True," Mike said. "But now that they're settling down more, it's more fun, too. It's not like we have to fight with them every inch of the way, any more, especially with this many dogs. I made it back from where we switched without a single tangled line, would you
believe it?"
"They're settling down," Mark agreed.
"I thought about putting Cumulus in wheel," Mike said, "And trying to run Ringo in a single lead, but I decided that it was not a real great idea, back in the woods. Next time we go out, let's leave a dog behind and run him in single lead for a while."
"Yeah," Mark said, "Or, we could take George, and try it with nine dogs. He's getting big enough to get the idea."
"I wouldn't want to take him out for a real long run, just yet," Mike said. "But there's no reason we couldn't run him up and down the runway."
"He's getting ready for that," Mark agreed. "How do you think the rest of them are doing?
"You know, if anything, I think they're getting bored," Mike said. "Around the field, up and down the trail. Frankly, I wouldn't mind seeing a little new scenery myself."
"Maybe we ought to think about seeing if we can find some strange scenery to run them in," Mark agreed. "It's going to be kind of a hassle if we don't run them out of here, but that was something we were going to have to deal with, anyway."
"Once it gets to be winter, we got all the snowmobile trails we can run," Mike said.
"Yeah, but until the ground freezes, that's pretty much out. Most of those trails run on the frozen ground through the swamps, somewhere along them."
"Well, we could take them out run them around the golf course," Mike suggested. "If we kept off the greens, I think it'd be OK."
"Well, maybe," Mark replied. "Give me a chance to see if I can figure some way to build a dog box for the truck without it being too big a deal. Going to have two or three days to work on it, anyway."
"The dogs would run in the rain," Mike said, "But I'm not too sure I want to."
"Me either," Mark said. "Let me think about it, and maybe tomorrow night, we could get started to build something."
"Beats getting soaked to the skin," Mike agreed. "Maybe the dogs deserve a break, too."
Mark shook his head. "Oh, nuts," he said. "We can't work on it tomorrow night. I've got to go to the expedition meeting. I can't believe it's been a month, already."
"Steve and Binky's, again?"
"Yeah, undoubtedly for something unidentifiable and inedible," Mark said. "I can eat almost anything, but I never could stomach that shit when I was in Vietnam, and I can't do much better on her cooking, even now. Everything tastes rotten. Maybe she's forgetting how
to cook some of it, she's so used to cooking American."
"Well, enjoy yourself," Mike chided.
"You know, you ought to come to one of those meetings sometime," Mark said. "You've got an interest in this, after all."
"I poke my nose in on them at least once a year," Mike said. "After all, it's not like I have to learn Vietnamese, or anything. I'm not going on the expedition."
"Yeah, well, I suppose," Mark said, taking the last dog by a neckline. "All right, come on, Paul. You were a good dog for me, and I hope you were for Mike."
Eight of the nine dogs were now staked out in a row; only Cumulus was allowed to run free, and he usually slept on the back porch. Mike fastened Ringo up to the stake at his doghouse, and had a long word of approval for him. Mike suspected that Ringo would be
shaping up more quickly if he had more human contact, and several times had thought about taking him over to his house, where the kids could play with him some. They needed to be moving dogs down there pretty soon, anyway, but it was a pointless exercise as long as they only
had the one ATV for training. When they could use the sleds, it would be different.
Mark and Mike finished up about the same time. "Want to stay and have a coke?" Mark offered.
"No," Mike said. "I suppose I'd better be getting on home. That way, I can say good night to the kids before they go to bed."
"Well, then if it's raining, I guess I won't see you tomorrow," Mark said.
"Would you like me to come up and feed the dogs?" Mike offered.
"Yeah, that would be a big help," Mark said. "It would be kind of a pain to have to feed them, and still have to make it over to Steve and Binky's by six."
"No big deal," Mike said. "Oh, hey, I almost forgot. I've got tickets for you guys for the Halloween Party. Are you two coming, or what? If you don't use them, I've got to give them back to Carrie, so someone else can."
"I don't know," Mark said. "Jackie and I have talked about it a couple of times, but we've never really come to a decision. We're not really party people, when it gets right down to it."
"You ought to come," Mike told him. "It's a lot of fun. You have to see it to believe it."
"I don't know," Mark repeated. "Some of the stories I've heard are pretty far out."
"Then they're probably true," Mike told him. "Like I said, you have to see it to believe it."
"Well, let me talk to Jackie about it again. You don't need to know tonight, do you?"
"It's not that big a hurry. First of the week, maybe even later. I could put Carrie off longer than that if I had to."
Mark shook his head. He wasn't real sure he wanted to bother with going to the Halloween party. It was a big deal around Spearfish Lake, but it wasn't his sort of thing. "Like I said, we'll think about it," he repeated.
