This is either going to be one of my better ideas, or a frostbitten lousy one. For the Queen's Christmas present I bought her a two-hour dog sled ride.
Two Hours.
In the frozen Alaska tundra.
In the middle of Winter.
Where even if the wind isn't blowing the phrase "wind chill" is still going to be in play.
That if we don't watch what we are doing, we are going to freeze our assets off.
Pulled by hyperactive canines that have running as their idea of a good time.
In my defense, it sounded like a really, really good idea while sipping hot chocolate in a 70 degree (with wind chill) apartment. Now? Not so much.
We have been warned that if we dress warmly enough, we will have a blast. If we don't we are going to be miserable. Ok, fair enough. I already have boots and a winter coat that are both rated to -40 F., so I think I am good to go. Donna also has a coat and boots rated to -40 F., so she should be set.
The plan is to take along two smartphones with video capability so we should have some awesome pictures and video that will let you know what it's like to drag your carcass across the frozen wastes of Alaska at up to 20 MPH. We will suffer, so you don't have to.
Lord, Toto... we're not in Kansas anymore. ;-)
