Saturday, February 23, 2013

Tips for attending the downtown Fur Rondy events

I know what you’re thinking. This tip sheet would have been a lot more helpful a couple of days ago. Well, now you plenty of time to plan for next year. It is Fur Rendezvous time in Anchorage and that means lots of events all over town for a couple of weeks. If a previous downtown Rondy experience left you disenchanted or you have never gone, you’ve come to the right place. Read on!

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1. It is always, always cold at Fur Rondy. Somewhere between 0 and 20 Fahrenheit. Plan accordingly. And for new Alaskans, “accordingly” does not mean a hoodie, jeans, and cheap fleece gloves. I’ll spell it out for the sake of the kids: snowsuit or snowpants and warm coat, hat, gloves or mittens (see number 4), warm snow boots. Optional: neck gator, scarf, snow skirt, warm non-cotton socks, long underwear, sunglasses.

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2. There is always a cold wind downtown for the parade and dogsled race. I promise. Sometimes the wind is very bad (2012) and sometimes it merely makes things a little colder (see number one). If we ever get a Chinook (warm wind) for Rondy, I promise to turn to dust.

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3. Please leave your dog at home whilst attending the World Championship Sled Dog race. It says that right in the official Rondy brochure, page 48, under the “Be a Good Spectator” section, and I quote “Your pet dog will not enjoy watching sled dog racing events. A fast moving team will frighten most dogs. They are also a distraction to the racing or training dog team. Do not bring your family pets to dog mushing events.

I am seeing more and more people bringing dogs to this event, so the Rondy organizers may want to promote this tidbit more prominently than a burial on page 48. I happened to be on hand for an instance today (2013) when the dog athletes got distracted by dog couch potatoes, and it was dramatic. Check out the pictures below for a team that decided to go off the trail and visit a dog that was barking at them. The quick thinking by the trail monitor in yellow saved this musher some time sorting things out by himself. The purse for this race is $70,000, so you can imagine that the sprint dog mushers dearly want to take home a piece of that pie.

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4. If you are bringing young children who are not walking themselves around the festivities, bundle, bundle, bundle. Those fleece gloves from Old Navy are not going to cut it with the stationary set. If the kids are strapped to your chest, riding a sled, carried, or in a stroller they will be colder than you. You are walking around working up a sweat, they are motionless, getting cold.

Alaska is “mind your own business” country, but I did break this old adage a few years ago when, milling about the dog race spectators, I spotted a very young infant with exposed hands. The (who I assumed to be) parents were facing away from the child in an infant seat stroller, quietly wailing in the frigid temperatures. I tucked a blanket over the kid and told (who I assumed to be grandma) that the baby looked cold. She stepped in and took charge of the underdressed baby.

Unfortunately, I see cold children every year at Rondy. Here’s a lifelong Alaskan’s take: if you can only invest in one really nice outerwear item for your kids and everything else has to be cheap, let your investment be gloves, or even better for young children, mittens. (Knit gloves or mittens just don’t count, except maybe as something to wear inside the “real” mittens.) If their hands are cold, especially young kids and infants that haven’t figured out pockets or speech in complete sentences, they will be suffering from the cold and you will be miserable trying to placate their crying. You can quote me.

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5. Watch the dog races from Cordova Street. That is the best kept secret around. Milling around 4th and D Street to watch the start is fun if you are tall like me. If you are petite or a child, heaven help you if you show up after the race starts and expect to see anything. It is really crowded at the start. Just walk down the street ‘til you hit Cordova and turn south. There! You have a whole street to yourself. The kids will love it, and will actually see something. You’re welcome.

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6. Plan ahead. Downtown is pretty much a nightmare for driving on the Saturday of the race and parade, so leave early, pack light, and park far away. I took my own advice and parked on 15th Avenue this year. That might be taking things a little too far, but I got a great walk out of it and didn’t have to battle road closures, police cruisers everywhere, and confused traffic patterns.

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7. If you brought kids, bring a backpack or bag. In mine this year: an extra set of gloves for all, a scarf, and some snacks and water for the kids. Sometimes I put in hand warming packets if it’s a particularly cold year or a particularly whiny child.

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8. The parade is about a 1/2 hour. Why this fact is not more publicized, I’ll never know. And while normally I don’t advocate spending lots of time in shopping malls whilst clad in full winter gear, after the parade is over, duck into the 5th Avenue Mall to warm up. Another plus, the mall has a bathroom and your kid has to go. You can hang out until the dog races start around noon or until you can’t stand the kids begging for another pretzel with cheese.

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9. If you have young kids and watched the parade and dog race, do yourself a favor and save the carnival and snow carving competition for another day. They are ongoing every day for all of Fur Rendezvous (this year February 22-March 3). If you do not choose to heed this warning, I will not be responsible for the adult and/or child meltdowns that occur.

These tips are guaranteed to cut down on the whining and increase desire to return next year and do it all again. Which is good, because what else is there to do at the end of February in Alaska? Go Rondy!


Been to Fur Rondy? Have a tip of your own?

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Shhh…my aloe is sleeping

Yes, it’s a slow news day. Except for one tidbit. Before today I had no idea succulents could become so exhausted by day-to-day living. The drag of photosynthesizing and being watered on a weekly schedule was too much for my poor aloe who abruptly decided it was nap time.

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Now being a person who generally has difficulty falling asleep, I admire those who are able to go from fully conscious to deep, dreamless sleep at the drop of a hat. Unless that person is driving, in which case my admiration turns to naked fear. My late grandfather once very nearly drove my brother and sister and I into a river in Canada because he quick-started a nap during the drive from Oregon to Alaska. (I saved the day with my lightning-quick thinking in the form of a piercing shriek.)

This talent of near instant sleep is not only possessed by grandfathers. My early morning carpool consists of 6 children, 1 trombone, 3 ukuleles, 1 viola, 1 clarinet, and 1 unkempt grown female. Guess which is me? Hint: not the trombone. One of the boys can be asleep by the time I turn off the interior car light, put the car in motion, and pull out into the main road. And he even snores.

Apparently, my humdrum houseplant took a page from grandpa’s book. Granted, it had put on a lot of growth in the last year. (Something about repotting after 6 years in a Smurf-sized pot.) In fact, it was getting a little out of hand with pups sprouting all over the surface. Other than that, obedient and quiet. Then, timber! Rock mulch and soil everywhere. A poor bystander in the form of a variegated jade plant was even beheaded on the way down.

I noticed a problem as I was fumbling around trying to set it aright without busting off the chunky top portion. The scrawny stake used as a prop was both too short and too sharp for the task. It had pierced the aloe in several places which were oozing and said ooze caused the stake to slip.

I tried to lean the plant against the wall. No dice. So back down to the floor it goes until I figure out how to support a wide, tall, top-heavy plant. The stalk (trunk?) of the aloe is not strong enough to go without support. But something about a tomato cage in the living room says tacky. Am I right?

My 7 year old noticed the plant and asked,”What happened, mommy?” Never one to miss an opportunity to fib to my children I answered, “The plant is sleeping. It’s really tired right now.” The kid didn’t bat an eye. Quiet, everyone, the plants are snoozing.

Update: I used the tomato cage idea. The aloe is still alive but missing a few leaves and nursing a nasty grudge.


Ideas for waking up an aloe? Do you think it was sleep-deprivation or crutch rejection?


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