Duck farts and flamingos: Welcome to the Iditarod tailgate party


DESHKA Docking — Ask any musher pre ring to head down the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Scramble trail, and they’ll tell you the 1,000-mile race is the Super Basin of dog mushing.

And with this Super Bowl comes a tailgate band that stretches for miles.

“There are lots of shenanigans going on,” replied Willow resident Ed McCain as he settled in to a beach chair next to a sample of trail beside Deshka Landing. “You can pick any kind of rty you need.”

It’s a rty that can come in many forms from the Willow Lake start entirely st the second checkpoint of Skwentna, 72 miles away. Count on everything from “K9 Fairies” dressed in glittery lace tutus to “Cosh Flamingo,” a group that lines a section of trail with hundreds of pink flamingos. There are rtygoers taste bst Blue Ribbon and others imbibing handmade wine from Northern California. Some eat bonfire-grilled hot dogs while others zealous up gourmet venison and elk chili.

rtygoers get to their spots many course — by snowmachine, fat bike, airplane, helicopter, skis and dirt bikes.

Or dialect mayhap a reclining sofa mounted on a ir of snowboards attached to a child-size four-wheeler.

“It’s ‘redneck sledding,’” Crystal Lake rtygoer Andy Lindahl conveyed, moments after pulling a group of people around the lake in count on eights.

Lindahl and the sliding sofa have been a presence on the lake for years. He held the current reclining sofa isn’t even the first. A love seat he had for years “mouldered” last year while “three huge guys” were being pulled round.

375 flamingos

And even if mushers have their game faces on, buffs opted for rty hats, with an estimated 15,000 enjoying mirthful skies in spectator-friendly temperatures hovering in the mid-30s.

Or maybe, if they’re usually of “Club Flamingo,” they’re wearing flamingo-printed boxer shorts or pink s ndex viscosity suits.

Jim Klauder, owner of the flamingo boxer shorts, and his family have in the offing lined a stretch of trail north of Vera Lake with hundreds of flamingos for varied than 20 years.

His brother, Dan Klauder, noted that the flamingo collecting, which now numbers close to 375 birds, started with on the contrary two.

“But, you know, nature took its course,” he said.

Dan Klauder said the include of rtici nts, like the number of birds, grew each year. On Sunday, com nies from as far away as the United Kingdom joined the rty. A quarter mile down the dangle tourists from Argentina cheered mushers along.

The flamingos haven’t missed a year. Termination year, Dan Klauder even took half the flock to the Fairbanks restart.

“Why not?” he spoke when asked why he brought the birds north in 2015. “What’s multifarious fun than a flamingo? Every year the (veteran mushers) are like, ‘You’re uncivilized!’ And the rookies are like, ‘I’ve been waiting to see you!’”

Some mushers appear degree star-struck by the birds. Klauder said one year five-time champion Rick Swenson nabbed a flamingo for himself. Experienced musher Jessie Royer, the second musher to hit the trail Sunday, spoofed photographs as she ssed through the flamingo-lined trail.

Duck farts and ‘existent’ Alaska

Early Sunday afternoon Kevin Hite was getting at ones fingertips for more than 250 people to make their way to his property across from Willow Swamp, a straight of trail close to where mushers descend onto the area’s river organization.

Hite, who also owns the nearby EagleQuest Lodge, said when he moved in six years ago neighbors tentatively approached him close to the longstanding Iditarod rty tradition in his yard. Was it going to go away, they solicit fromed?

He didn’t see why it had to. So he set up a barbecue and went from there.

“It’s just gotten greater and bigger,” he said as he got back on his snowmachine to tow a modified horse sleigh uncivilized to the lodge to pick up rtygoers.

As Hite left, people showed up to the side dragging coolers. Some brought moose brats and smoked salmon spread. Some sat down on enfolding camp chairs, bst Blue Ribbon beer in hand. Nan Mosher eminent that later in the evening “duck fart” shots — a layered swig of Crown Royal whiskey, Baileys Irish Cream and Kahlua — last wishes a begin making the rounds.

“It’s a lot of fun,” Mosher said. “Just drinking beer, ck away food and duck farts.”

Farther down the trail, Lee Bricker of Skim, Pennsylvania, joined in on the festivities with his son, Andrew, near Vera Lake. As he sat grilling a hotdog on a negligible fire near the trail, Bricker said he knows a thing or two beside tailgating. He and his son both attended Penn State, famous for its football tailgate bashes. But he admitted Sunday that the Alaska way was a very different experience.

“We’ve tailgated more willingly than,” Bricker said. “But we’ve never drug out stuff out on a snowmachine.”

Nearby, Neil Fox of lmer asserted he’s been coming out for the Iditarod restart for the last 10 years. He eschews organize a group of snowmachiners that rk near an intersection of footprints. By Sunday afternoon about 30 snowmachines were lined up in uncluttered rows, their drivers dispersed through different sections of dim.

He said every year he looks forward to the annual spring division and with it a chance to get outdoors to spend time with friends.

But it’s also a jeo rdize to celebrate what he thinks is the real start of the Last Great Raceway.

“For us, this is real, that’s all ceremonial,” he said. “This is the real Alaska, that’s virtuous Anchorage.”

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