My Grandma Hunter passed away when I was four months pregnant with Hunter. This woman had such a sense of adventure that I am pretty sure I inherited and am now passing on to my own kid. She loved the north and was so happy that I headed north after I got married. We talked every couple of weeks on the phone and she wanted to hear all about our lives up in the territories. One thing she was always asking us about was dogsledding. We never had the opportunity until we moved to the Yukon, although when we were in Kugluktuk we commissioned a carver to make a carving of a man dogsledding. She loved it, and we now have it.
A few years ago, Grandma took a memorable trip to Alaska and the Yukon with her son and his wife and also her daughter. My Auntie Holly, Grandmas daughter, after seeing the pictures of Hunter found me a great picture of my Grandma from this trip. I sure do wish she had been alive to see the picture of her Great-Grandson doing something she always dreamed about.
My Grandma posing with the Susan Butcher (she won the Iditarod 4 times, but has sadly passed away) display in Alaska:
Hunter following in his Great-Grandmothers adventurous footsteps thanks to Stacie:
Thank you Auntie Holly for the picture!