Jeanette assumes a Yogic position and ponders next year's race, and her sandwich.
Post race, pre-dance chilling.
The Devils Club Divas in full regalia.
Yay, she's done and everyone is done. Whew.
Arms crossed, where is Mara?
Josh and Dale wait for Mara.
We tell Mara how well she's doing and how close she is. Little does she know that the remaining miles kind of suck.
But one runner remains. Lots of runners ran through the night, but the photographer enjoyed a good sleep. Mara makes her way into Whitehorse with an impressive 8 minute pace.
Cate and Mary just happy to not be running.
Unfortunately some of her molecules are scrambled upon re-entry into reality...
She has entered a transcendent state....
Thanks to pounding a six-pack of Red Bull, Naomi enters hyperspace at the start of her leg...
Just give me the friggen thingy... You'll get it when I give it to you!
Here she comes...
At the border, where is Iola?
Iola blinds the competition. We wanted her to carry a rifle in case she stunned a deer, but figured it was against the rules.
Mary in Pink Puffy after her leg.
Mary trying to smile while tackling the mother of all hills.
So fast up the hill she's blurry (or I didn't have my shutter speed high enough).
Mary looking confident before tackling the mother of all hills.
Few pre-race jitters for Jess at the start.
I'm moving to Arizona soon.
Hugs before take-off in Skagway.