After hitting the southern Iowa boarder, the weather picked up and I was forced to dump the ol’ Jeep. I quickly swapped a couple bags around, refilled the coffee thermos, and loaded up the dogsled to continue my trek north to the fabled lands that Gable built. My trusty dog Brooks (named after the famous ex-Hawk with the famous mullet) led the way as we mushed onward through the rain, sleet, and near whiteout conditions. Mother Nature gave us her best shot, but we weathered the storm and slid into town shouting, “Not tonight Mother Nature. Not. To. Night!
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