Hi TRAILBREAKERS Insiders!

Due to a couple of unexpected technical delays, the book is a little behind schedule coming out, but I have to say, the finished product will be the better for it. And just wait until you see the finished cover! As you’ll find when you read  TRAILBREAKERS, I take you through a northland odyssey as a trailmate on my sled. Like any trip by dogteam, you may well encounter unexpected obstacles along the trail.  

Hold tight to the sled!
Rod

 


Learn about Rod’s two-volume work,
TRAILBREAKERS, Pioneering Alaska’s Iditarod at
www.rodperry.com

 

“The Trail” -an Excerpt from Volume I

As a trail it began, as a trail it lived gloriously, and when the gold petered out and the rush was over, as a trail it died.

 Rod Perry: That no road was ever built over the route and that the country it traverses remained largely raw wilderness would preserve its primitive character and its colorful, romantic gold-rush luster through the decades of abandonment as if the trail had an appointment with destiny.
To the trail’s romantic allure may be attributed one of the main reasons the Iditarod would one day live again. A half century after heavy trail use died out, in a man-and-team-against-the-wilderness setting, the old path would experience a glorious rebirth. From its long slumber it would awake once more to hear the barely audible hiss of runners and the creaking of sled joints, it would feel the staccato footfall and listen to the panting of trotting huskies. The world’s longest, most grueling sled dog race, termed “The Last Great Race on Earth” would be held over its spectacular course, capturing international imagination.

 But I forget myself at times and stray, as this is all so alive to me. Back to the Iditarod Trail’s founding . . . .

 


Learn about Rod’s two-volume work,
TRAILBREAKERS, Pioneering Alaska’s Iditarod at
www.rodperry.com

 

GOLD! -Excerpt from TrailBreakers Volume I

“Gold!!!. . . John Beaton and Henry Dikemen

strike gold on Christmas Day!” One last time the clarion cry rings forth, this time echoing out of the remote, unknown upper Iditarod River country.  The last great gold rush on the North American Continent is on!  Briefly, Iditarod becomes Alaska’s biggest city!  

 

To serve the great human influx and the mining industry, vast numbers of men, and amounts of mail, supplies, building materials and equipment must be brought in.  Most come by water during the usual four or five ice-free months.  Once the inland rivers and the Bering Seacoast becomes ice locked, however, the only means of moving people, mail and freight in and out is over winter trails, mostly by dog team…

 


Learn about Rod’s two-volume work,
TRAILBREAKERS, Pioneering Alaska’s Iditarod at
www.rodperry.com

 

Excerpt from TrailBreakers Volume I

I borrowed material for this comparison of dogs and cats from the blog of my old hunting buddy, Christian comedian, author, and minister, Ken Davis (www.kendavisblog.com)   The Dog: “You pet me, you feed me, you put a roof over my head, you must be God.”  The Cat: “You pet me, you feed me, you put a roof over my head, I must be God.”

Regarding Dogs and Cats, I have lifted this snippet From TRAILBREAKERS, Pioneering Alaska’s Iditarod, Volume I Blazing the Last Great Gold Rush Trail in North America:

Old Ben Atwater: “The prize for the most bizarre load had to go to the enterprising opportunist who brought in a scow load of cats.  Just how on earth did the man cage, feed, care for and relay that many panthers from saltwater over the mountains to Yukon headwaters? Nobody knows. But think about it; his logistics must have been something to behold!

Now, when he got to the summit of the pass and checked in to clear customs, he really set those Canadian officials to scratching their heads. They’d never seen such an import. They had no written guidelines on what to assess the man.  What they finally charged was their usual duty to trappers: $1 each on the fur.

When the load reached Dawson the cargo sold as fast as the townspeople could slap down an ounce of gold per kitty.  Al, you shoulda seen those new arrivals tear into the town’s booming mouse population. Man, they were going through the vermin like a dose of salts through the hired hand! Their pace of mouse extermination was only exceeded by the speed the cats themselves were cleaned out by Dawson’s loose huskies!”    

 


Learn about Rod’s two-volume work,
TRAILBREAKERS, Pioneering Alaska’s Iditarod at
www.rodperry.com