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Monday, March 9, 2009

Iditarod 2009

AN EPIDEMIC OF DIPHTHERIA IS ALMOST INEVITABLE HERE STOP I AM IN URGENT NEED OF ONE MILLION UNITS OF DIPTHERIA ANTITOXIN STOP MAIL IS ONLY FORM OF TRANSPORTATION STOP …

Those lines were part of a message sent by Curtis Welch, MD, on January 22nd, 1925 via radio telegram from Nome to all towns in the Alaskan Territory.

That desperate message was intended for the Territorial Governor in Juneau, and the public health service in Washington D.C. and it sounded an emergency of almost unimaginable horror. Dr. Welch was facing a disaster the likes of which are rarely seen outside of fiction.

At the turn of the century, during the boom town glory days of the Klondike gold rush, more than 20,000 people lived in Nome – in January of 1925, long after the gold and gold miners had run out, Nome boasted a population of around 1400, about 975 white settlers and 450 Alaskan Natives. The last ship of the season, the steamship Alameda, had left Nome harbor two months before, tracking south ahead of the encroaching winter ice. The sun had followed the steamship, disappearing below the southern horizon and leaving Nome locked in the grip of –50F temperatures and the endless Arctic night.

During the Alaskan winter, Nome’s only contact with the outside world was unreliable HF radio – and the more reliable dog sled mushers and their teams who carried the mail and what light cargo they could via the old Iditarod trail.

Shortly after the departure of the Alameda, a native child fell sick and died. At first Dr. Welch was unsure of the cause, but as more and more children sickened over the next few weeks he began to suspect diphtheria – an upper respiratory tract infection caused by Corynebacterium diphtheriae. In the early stages, diphtheria mimics the symptoms of tonsillitis, the flu, or the common cold – which is why Welch, with the primitive diagnostic tools available to him at the time, was slow to recognize the impending disaster. Left untreated, diphtheria destroys the nervous system, leading to a loss of motor control and sensation, and very quickly, death. Diphtheria is highly contagious, with fatality rates up to 10% in the general population and as high as 20% in young children and adults over 40. Among the elderly and those with compromised immune systems, the fatality rate is much higher. More than likely, crewmen from one of the visiting ships had unknowingly brought the disease north at the end of the shipping season, leaving behind a deadly time bomb. As Welch noted in his radio message, by January an epidemic was almost inevitable. Nome’s only doctor was staring straight into the specter of at least 300 immediate deaths – all of which would be his family and friends.

But the pending disaster was far, far worse and far more horrifying. Nome was the hub of the surrounding area, the native population around the town numbered well over 10,000. Those natives had no resistance to the disease at all.

Their expected mortality rate was nearly 100%.

Nowadays, diphtheria would be treated with antibiotics, Erythromycin or even the big gun, Procaine Penicillin G. But antibiotics didn’t exist in 1925, and the best treatment was diphtheria antitoxin. The antitoxin didn’t cure the disease but rather neutralized the toxins released by the diphtheria bacillus into the victim’s bloodstream – giving the body’s own immune system a chance to combat the infection without having to deal with being poisoned at the same time. Unfortunately, even today the antitoxin doesn’t neutralize toxins already bonded to tissues and does nothing itself to kill the bacteria. For the antitoxin to work, it has to be administered as early as possible, usually immediately as soon as a doctor makes the clinical diagnosis of diphtheria infection and without waiting for laboratory confirmation.

One other thing to note: the antitoxin is perishable. Dr. Welch had antitoxin on hand, all of which had expired.

And so he radioed for help.

No ship could reach them, and in fact couldn’t get within 500 miles of Nome by then. No plane, not even the most advanced aircraft in the Alaskan Territory at the time, the Postal Service’s DeHavilland DH-4, could fly under the winter conditions – their open cockpits and liquid cooled engines made that utterly impossible.

The only solution was dogsled.

The antitoxin would have to be transported via a relay of sled dogs, from Tanana to Nome, a distance of 674 miles through astoundingly rugged territory in temperatures that were at record lows, -50 to –60 degrees Fahrenheit.

Wild Bill Shannon led off, mushing out of the train station in Tenana with the twenty pound package, about 30 doses, of serum in his sled at 9PM on January 27. Shannon’s team was composed of nine dogs, all inexperienced, led by Blackie. Shannon was forced onto the frozen Tanana River, with temperatures approaching –62F he ran behind the sled to stay warm. He mushed into Minto with his face frozen black from the cold, hypothermic and severely frost bitten. He left three dying dogs in Minto, and headed out for Tolovana. Another dog died on the trail.

Edgar Kallands picked up the relay in Tolovana. When he arrived at Manley Hot Springs, they had to poor hot water over his hands to pry them off the sled’s handlebars.

Meanwhile the world waited. Nome’s plight had caught the attention of the entire globe . Famed Arctic explorer Roald Amundsen, even offered to make an attempt in an airplane. The Navy proposed sending one of its ships as far north as possible, then assembling a plane on the ice pack and launching it towards Nome. Many other ideas were suggested. All were rejected as too risky and foolhardy. Nome would live or die with the mushers and their dogs.

The serum went north, from Manely Hot Springs via native mushers arriving at Bishop Mountain on January 30, at 3:00 in the morning. The temperature was –62F, and dropping. Charlie Evans mushed out of Bishop Mountain and lost both of his lead dogs on the trail, legend has it that he himself held the traces and led the remaining dogs into Nulato.

Tommy Patsey took the next leg out of Nulato and across the Kaltag Portage. The serum was handed off to Victor Anagick and then to Myles Gonangnan at Unalakleet at the edge of the vast Norton Sound.

A storm was rising. The type of storm you’ll only find in the deepest of arctic winter on the ‘Sound. The kind of storm that comes from winds driven across two thousand miles of frozen ocean. Gonangnan took one look at it and decided not to cross the ice – he knew the storm winds could easily push the pack ice and open leads to the frigid black water below, cutting the team off from land and dooming 10,000 people to almost certain death. He choose instead to circle the Sound in whiteout conditions and with wind chills approaching 70 below zero in gale force winds. He arrived in the native village of Shaktoolik at 3PM on January 31st damn near froze to death. Henry Ivanoff, took the serum and headed out into the storm.

At the same time the serum was heading north, Leonhard Seppala rode south out of Nome to meet the relay in Shaktoolik. Sappala crossed Norton Sound on the ice and turned east toward Shaktoolik in blinding conditions. Just outside Shaktoolik, he meet Ivanoff who had gotten tangled up with a reindeer and was struggling to free his harness and dogs.

Seppala took the serum and turned back into the teeth of the storm, again crossing the ice of Norton Sound. His lead dog, Togo, managing to find the way with almost supernatural instinct. Togo led the team unerringly from Ungalik to the road house at Isaac Point on the far side of Norton Sound, and in one day they covered a distance of 84 miles through one of the worst arctic storms on record. They rested at the road house, and then departed into the full power of the worsening storm, and as they ran across the ice the 65 mile per hour winds begin to open leads behind them and the ice began to break up. Seppala managed to make the shore, just ahead of the buckling ice and crossed Little McKinley Mountain – climbing nearly 5000 feet in the process. Seppala reached the road house at Golvin at 3PM on February 1st and passed the serum on to Charlie Olsen.

Olsen lost the trail in the storm and suffered severe frostbite to his hands while trying to save his dogs, but he made it to Bluff on on the evening of February 1st. Gunnar Kassen was waiting for him.

Kassen attempted to wait out the storm, but instead of lessening it kept getting worse. Kassen, afraid that drifts would block the trail, departed Bluff at 10PM into a 60 mile per hour headwind and whiteout conditions so bad that he could not even see the wheel dogs harnessed closest to the sled. He missed the lodge at Solomon and was two miles beyond it before he realized his mistake – so he kept going. Beyond Solomon the trail became an endless nightmare. The winds flipped Kassen’s sled and the precious cylinder of antitoxin fell out and was lost in the snow. Kassen froze his hands feeling around in the drifts for it. He found it, righted the sled, and continued on to Point Safety, making it ahead of schedule on February 2nd. Kassen’s lead dog, Balto, had performed an almost unbelievable feat of navigation through the storm.

Ed Rohn, believing that Kassen would have to wait out the storm at Solomon was not prepared when Kassen arrived. Because it would take time to ready Rohn’s team, and time was of the utmost importance, Kassen elected to continue on rather than wait. Kassen and Balto covered the remaining 25 miles and arrived two hours later on Front Street, Nome at 5:30AM on the morning of February 2nd.

Not a single glass ampoule of the antitoxin was lost, and the serum was thawed and ready for use by noon. Altogether the teams covered 674 miles in 127.5 hours under extreme arctic winter conditions in a hurricane force gale.

That was the first relay.

There were more, carried by many of the same men who ran in the first relay.

And later there were plane flights.

Nome was saved and so were the Alaskan Natives.

Rarely in fact or fiction has there ever been anything to match the skill, courage, and dedication of those men and dogs.

Today, we remember the events of that long ago time with the Iditarod Sled Dog race.

Teams mush 1100 miles from Anchorage to Nome via the historic Iditarod Trail. This race is almost single handedly responsible for preserving dog sledding here in the United States - which was in danger of dying out in the mid 70’s with the advent of the snow machine - and making it an international sport. It’s great fun and a piece of living history. There are those in the animal rights movement who deplore the race as cruel to the dogs – those people are idiots, they have absolutely no idea what they’re talking about. Those dogs are born and bred to run this race, it's in their genes and they love it – five minutes on the ice with those dogs and you know that to be true.

Here’s a few pictures from the start of the 2009 Iditarod Sled Dog race.

Musher Number 24, our friend Aliy Zirkle, during the ceremonial start on Saturday in Anchorage.

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Sunday is the Restart at Willow, about 70 miles north of Anchorage on the Parks Highway. Out on a frozen lake.

Here’s me before the mile zero marker. The other sign like this, the one that marks the end of the race is on Front Street in Nome in the exact spot Gunnar Kassen and Balto arrived on that fateful morning 84 years ago.

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That’s another friend of ours, Allen Moore, Aliy’s husband, and Musher Number 6 headed out for Nome. Go Allen, Go!

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Here’s Aliy waving to the crowd as she sets out 30 minutes behind Allen.

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Because my wife is the Iditarod Coordinator for her employer, a major sponsor of the race, we ended up with VIP passes. We have in the past as well, but this year we actually took advantage of them to sit in the VIP visitor box on the starting point. It was certainly, er, cool – especially those metal bleachers. Good thing we brought along a blanket. That’s Becky, bundled up against the cold to twice her usual size. Just in case you were wondering, that’s an Iditarider Jacket she’s wearing. Riders get to ride in the sleds with the mushers during the ceremonial start, Becky rode with Allen Moore a couple of years ago – which is how we met Allen and Aliy actually.

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The Colony High School JROTC performed the color guard ceremony at the beginning of the race. The Olympic figure skating champion, Dorothy Hamill, spoke a few words in honor of famed Iditarod musher Susan Butcher who died several years ago of cancer. Somebody said Sarah Palin was supposed to speak, thankfully that turned out to be false information. Palin was nowhere in evidence – nothing against her, but we were having fun, the last thing we wanted was for some politician to show up and turn the race into a political ad.

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Besides, there was enough local color already – here’s the Alaskan version of a furrie.

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And finally a panorama of the paddock area where the mushers prep their teams before the race. The area is off limits to the general crowd, but our VIP passes let us in and I snapped a few shots and stitched them together just for you.

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The mushers will be on the trail for at least seven more days. The teams all carry a GPS beacon this year and you can follow along here.

More pictures from the ceremonial start can be found here, courtesy of the Anchorage Daily News. Note, my son Jimmy and myself can be found in the background of picture 78, handing hot sandwiches to the mushers at the Horizon Lines Picnic along the downtown trail.

It was a pretty damned fine weekend.

18 comments:

  1. I'm vicariously enjoying the GPS tech, as a high school/college friend of mine is responsible for all the software involved in tracking the GPS units.

    The Iditarod is just cool. :)

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  2. Damn. I had no idea that was the story behind the race. Thank you for educating me.

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  3. PETA thinks you people are all evil. But then you probably know that.

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  4. PETA is welcome to kiss my ass. Half the time they're worse than the people and abuse they oppose.

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  5. Cool story. I learned something today. :)

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  6. I like the Alaskan furrie. In a strictly "that's kinda cool" way.

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  7. "PETA is welcome to kiss my ass. Half the time they're worse than the people and abuse they oppose."

    Only half? I'd say nine times out of ten for the leadership.

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  8. I've heard the story any number of times, but you, sir, are an excellent writer -- and your version is quite powerful.

    And yes, some types of dogs are just born to run and some are born to pull -- just try and stop them.

    Dr. Phil

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  9. Thanks for the great retelling of that story. Glad that it was an enjoyable experience. Now I want to go even more...

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  10. I've sent two people this way because I thought they'd enjoy it.

    Excellent job Jim.

    Now where's the post about ShopKat?

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  11. Stunning story, Jim. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

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  12. Thank you for the wonderful reminder of why the Iditarod is a commemorative race.

    We take so much for granted, and the current generations have never lived without computers and tech. It simply boggles the mind what was accomplished with nothing but desparation, determination and a lead dog with a good sense of direction!

    Here's to the racers!!

    WendyB_09

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  13. Wow, Jim. Just...wow.

    I was vaguely aware of the story behind the Iditarod, but your writing really brought it to life.

    Thank you.

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  14. My parents and I have always followed the Iditarod..very cool race, steeped in history.
    Working dogs, doing what they were bred to do...watching a team is beauty in motion. (at least I think so)

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  15. BTW, my friend Kim loved your post. :)

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  16. Thank you, Jim, for educating me. I had no idea about what the race is celebrating. I think I'm now a fan and will pay much more attention to the race in the future.

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  17. I "knew" the story, but reading this has brought me to tears. Thanks for telling it.

    Cassie (who is rooting for the dogs because she's clueless about the humans.)

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  18. Nice work. You have a good flair for writing and I think it will transfer very well in the novel you are working on. Even though I knew the Iditarod story this version made the stakes so much more urgent and insightful.

    -tt

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