The Jack River winds through our area and up into the mountains. My husband’s father was named Jack and so we have adopted this river into our hearts. It doesn’t hurt that it is always beautiful from every view.
We had to honk our horn several times so the caribou would not be hit by the semi coming down the road.
It is training season and dog teams are a common sight. I love it. These dogs are so beautiful and their owners adore them. Spending countless hours taking care of them and keeping them ready for the days they get to run and pull their owners in a sled behind. These guys were so excited to run and things were not moving fast enough for them.