Chasing the Beargrease
On the North Shore, the grueling sled-dog race enthralls onlookers.
© Torsten Muller
A team explodes from the starting line.
Long before reality shows turned survival into a stunt, there was John Beargrease.
With no fanfare and no road, the Ojibwe man delivered the weekly mail between Two Harbors and Grand Marais until 1899, using a dog team in winter. Using only four dogs to pull packs of up to 700 pounds, Beargrease could make the round-trip in a few days.
His stamina spawned a legend. Now mushers from around the nation come to trace his path, racing each other from Duluth to the Gunflint Trail in the John Beargrease Sled Dog Marathon.
For four days, they race around the clock, often running alongside their dogs and barely sleeping. But as grueling as the race is, it rewards not so much the strong as the canny — and the canines, because this race is all about dogs.
The Beargrease mushers are interesting people. But it’s the dogs who sink a hook into innocent spectators, often turning them into helpless groupies.
Their spooky ice-blue eyes and maniacal energy make them mesmerizing to watch.
Seemingly too small and lean to pull anything, the dogs are bred for toughness and are as carefully trained, drilled and molded as Chinese gymnasts. At the Beargrease, announcers call them “canine athletes,’’ not dogs.
Of the more than 900 canine athletes at the starting line of a Beargrease, at least 895 of them are literally at the ends of their ropes, jumping out of their skins with excitement.
Yelping as if in agony, they dance on their back feet as handlers struggled to hold them back; some lead dog lurch ahead every two seconds like clockwork, until their ganglines finally go slack and their musher yells “Hike.’’
Then mushers hung on for dear life as their dogs explode down the fenced chute and around the first corner.
The sight of one team after another catapulting out of the starting line is one of the more thrilling sights in sports.
A few minutes of watching this and spectators start to catch the bug: Who will come out on top? Who will fade? What will happen? Where can I watch some more?
Many people jump in their cars and follow the teams, staking out spots along the trail where they can see them go by.
“There are these little shelters up and down the trail for snowmobilers, and each one is full of people with hot dogs and hot chocolate,’’ says Jack Welsh, a volunteer coordinator who once kept a team of dogs. “Oh, yeah, it’s contagious.’’
In 2004, I volunteered for Welsh at the Poplar Lake/Trail Center turn-around point so I could see more of the dogs and mushers.
After my husband and I watched the start on Sunday afternoon, we drove up the shore and along the Gunflint Trail to the Poplar Creek Guesthouse, run by Ted and Barbara Young just across Poplar Lake from the Trail Center.
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Before the race start, mushers bring out their dogs for a meet-and-greet session with spectators.
A musher himself, Ted competed in the Gunflint Mail Run, the predecessor of the Beargrease; Barb Young sewed the mailbags carried by racers, still a race tradition. They’re both admirers of the 19th-century mailman.
“The Pony Express did it for 18 months; he did it for 20 years,’’ Ted Young said.
On Monday morning, the Youngs gave us the latest race standings. Five teams already had reached the Sawbill checkpoint, where they had to spend six hours without help from handlers.
In the afternoon, we met Welsh and the other volunteers at the Trail Center to hang sponsor banners, haul wood for the bonfire and shovel snow to make a chute from the lake into the parking lot.
In the Trail Center, a former 1930s logging camp adorned with moose racks, old tin signs and antique saws, ham-radio operators listened for the latest news.
As we waited for the teams to arrive, the other volunteers, all experienced mushers, told us why the sport is so addictive.
“It’s so fun,’’ said Patty Prudden of Duluth. “The dogs are an extension of you; it’s you and those little critters. There’s so much trust.’’
“Out in the woods, it’s so quiet,’’ Welsh said. “They make a lot of noise when they start, but later they’re quiet.’’
“That’s why you can get so close to a moose and see the eagles,’’ Prudden added.
Liz Busa had a daughter, Jennifer Deye, in the mid-distance race, and Jennifer's boyfriend, Blake Freking, was running the marathon for the first time. They’d met when Freking was trying to get started and contacted Jennifer, who was just a teen-ager but already a mushing veteran.
Eventually, he bought some of her dogs, and they started a kennel together in Finland.
Theirs is a practical match, Busa said.
“The only person who can stand the way a musher smells is another musher,’’ she said. “When you take care of 40 dogs, you smell like 40 dogs.’’
A little after 7 p.m., we saw a headlamp winking across Poplar Lake; it was August Galloway, a rookie from the Iron Range.
Her handlers already had shoveled out a chute in the snow near the lake and lined it with straw; her dogs ran right in and lay down, while Galloway cooked some watery mash over a little cook stove, fed them, covered them with blankets and rubbed their legs.
Then she hurried into the Trail Center for her own hot meal.
“I want a hamburger,’’ she said. “I hate trail mix.’’
Galloway was followed by Frank Teasley, a mushing veteran from Jackson Hole, Wyo., and Blake Freking. Busa called out the time, I wrote it down and Torsten ran to get the bib number and count the dogs; mushers start with 14, and when one drops out, they cannot replace it.
Then Sally Bair had the musher sign a slip listing the time and number of dogs.
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A mid-distance Beargrease musher cruises toward the finish line in Tofte.
Back around the bonfire, I sat next to Mark Black of Duluth, who was sitting out that year’s marathon for the first time in nearly two decades, in favor of his wife, Mary.
“It’s kind of hard to just sit here and wait,’’ he said. “It’s her first try.’’
At 6-7, Black is tall, as John Beargrease was. But his 260 pounds are a liability for a musher because the dogs must work harder; though the genial Black is a local favorite, he had never won the race.
We went in for dinner around 10 p.m., then returned to the bonfire to wait. John Stearley had driven 17 hours from southern Indiana to watch the race and spend two weeks at his cabin on the edge of the BWCA. At first, he said, the family came only in summer.
“Then one day my son said, ‘I wonder what it’s like in winter,’ ’’ Stearley said. “I said, ‘Oh, you don’t want to come in winter, it’s brutal.’ But we came so I could teach him a lesson, thinking he’d be turned off, but we were both turned on.’’
For a while, all was quiet. But Busa said there was plenty going on that we couldn’t see.
“The people at the top of the pack watch each other like mad,’’ she said. “When the mushers are sleepin’, the handlers are spyin’.’’
At 1 a.m., Freking walked up and quietly asked for a bag check at his camp; before mushers leave a checkpoint, volunteers must verify that their bags contain mandatory gear, including the mailbag, two headlamps, rations and safety equipment.
It bought him a few minutes, but by the time he left, his dogs were howling and the other mushers knew the game was afoot.
It rattled Frank Teasley, the 2002 Beargrease winner, who left after checking Busa’s watch and arguing with Bair about timing. Then veteran musher Keith Aili left, followed by Galloway.
No one budged after that, and we left the checkpoint to the regulars, happy to sit into the wee hours.
The next day, we strapped on snowshoes and spent the afternoon in the Boundary Waters, using canoe portages to travel from the glittering white expanses of Caribou Lake to Lizz Lake and then back to Poplar and the Banadad Trail.
We returned to the Trail Center for dinner Tuesday evening. Proprietor Sarah Hamilton was at the front desk feeding her Rottweiler puppy, Rog, a plate of Alaskan pollock and sauteed veggies. She still hadn’t been to bed after the big night, but she looked happy.
“The Beargrease started up here, just a bunch of locals having fun,’’ she said. “Then somebody took it over and took it to Duluth, and they didn’t even know it was our idea. So we’re thrilled to have it back here.’’
On Wednesday morning, the Youngs handed us a printout. By the next to last checkpoint, the status quo was holding: Freking, Teasley, Aili, Galloway, Black.
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A musher tips his cap to the crowd at the finish line.
When we got to Duluth’s Lester Park at 3 p.m., we heard Freking had easily won with his team of Siberian huskies, seldom-used race dogs that Jack Welsh had earlier dismissed as “Slow-berians.’’
“I didn’t notice how many dogs he had left; I was too busy eating my words,’’ Welsh said with a smile.
Freking had pulled what race coordinator Alex Angelos called a “Jamie Nelson’’ move, after the four-time Beargrease (1988, '95 and '97-'98) winner: Stay a few places back, make sure your dogs get plenty of rest, then move ahead on the downbound leg, forcing other mushers to change plans.
“If you can pull the other mushers off their strategy, things start to unfold, and they might make some changes,’’ Angelos said. “Sometimes it works to their advantage, but usually it doesn’t.’’
Aili came in more than two hours later, followed by Teasley, Mary Black and former professional wrestler Paul Ellering. But Galloway’s dogs had gone on strike not far from the finish, and she had to scratch.
“She made the typical rookie mistake, running her dogs too hard off the start,’’ Welsh said.
But he had to eat his words again when Rachael Scdoris arrived, not only placing sixth but coming across the finish line with nine of her original dogs, more than any of the other top finishers.
Scdoris, who can see only the fuzzy gray shapes of her dogs, had to apply for an exemption to the rule against pace teams, and many people didn’t believe the Beargrease board should have granted it to allow her a “visual interpreter.’’
In 2005, Scdoris ran the 1,131-mile Iditarod in Alaska, with Ellering as her spotter. Freking ran the 1,000-mile Yukon Quest from the Yukon Territory and placed 12th.
That year, Mark Black finally won the Beargrease, and Jennifer Deye (now Freking) placed second and was named Rookie of the Year.
In 2006, Keith Aili won the Beargrease, and Blake and Jennifer Freking placed second and third.
The 2007 Beargrease would have been the 25th, and the field of mushers filled in record time, but it had to be canceled for lack of snow.
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Sled dogs explode out of the starting gate.
In 2008, there was plenty of snow, and both Frekings and Mark Black were in the field for the marathon. But it was a strange year, starting from Duluth at a balmy 30 degrees but finishing in a wind chill of 40 below.
Fifteen of the 27 mushers scratched, including Mark Black and Jennifer Freking, who broke her left hand coming around a sharp turn from the gate.
The winner was Jason Barron of Montana, an Iditarod veteran who finished eighth in that race in 2006 and 14th in 2007. He arrived with 11 of his 12 dogs, a feat considering the conditions.
Barron's father, John, won the Beargrease in 1999 and 2000. John Stetson of Duluth, who won the last two Beargrease mid-distance races, placed second, and Blake Freking placed eighth.
Jason Barron won again in 2009, joining his father as a two-time winner. He was one of only six mushers who finished the race, run during extreme cold.
In 2010, both Jason Barron and John Barron ran the race, along with Blake Freking, Mark Black and four-time champion Jamie Nelson, back after a 12-year-absence.
Jason Barron made a bid to become the first three-time consecutive winner. But the race was won by a 32-year-old musher who scratched in 2009 and whose best finish was sixth in 2008.
Nathan Schroeder of Chisholm, Minn., won in 40 hours, nearly two hours ahead of second-place finisher Jason Barron. John Barron was one of 15 mushers in the 30-musher field who scratched. Freking, Nelson and Black placed sixth, ninth and 10th.
Schroeder's "sprint and hold'' strategy — maintain a blistering pace and force other mushers to try and keep up — was risky. But it worked, thanks to well-trained dogs that included two from Keith Aili's 2006 winning team.
In 2011, the finish was one of the most exciting in years, with Ryan Anderson, who lives near Kabetogama Lake, edging out 2010 champion Nathan Schroeder by
only 20 seconds.
They were followed by four more Minnesotans: Jamie Nelson, who lives in the forest north of Hibbing; Colleen Wallin, of Two Harbors; Odin Jorgenson, of Grand Marais; and Peter McClelland, of Ely.
In 2012, the race was canceled because of lack of snow. In 2013, Nathan Schroeder won again, finishing just ahead of Keith Aili. He won for a third time in 2014, in brutally cold conditions. Aili again placed second, though this time he was three hours behind Schroeder.
Angelos uses the same word everyone does to describe the Beargrease: addictive.
“I’ve been out long enough that you get the bug, and then you feel dangerous: ‘I could do that,’ ’’ he says ruefully. “And then you work a while as a volunteer and a handler, and you realize, there’s no way I could do that.’’
Trip Tips: John Beargrease Sled Dog Marathon
Getting there: It’s 2½ hours from the Twin Cities to Duluth, three hours to Two Harbors and six hours to the Trail Center on the Gunflint Trail, the turn-around site.
Usually, the race begins on the former Ordean Field at East High School. It's on 40th Avenue East, between East Superior Street and London Road.
But in 2016, it's set to start in the forest north of Two Harbors. The start is 8½ miles up County Road 2 from its intersection with Minnesota 61 in Two Harbors.
Check conditions before you go.
Race events: The start is at 11 a.m. Jan. 31 in 2016. At 9 a.m., spectators can meet the mushers.
Be sure to buy a program. It includes the bib numbers of the mushers, which you'll need to know whom you're seeing farther down the route.
Where to watch on the route: Because mushers can choose how long they will spend at most checkpoints, it’s hard to predict when they’ll arrive at any one place. Temperatures also affect the race; when it's warm, mushers try to run mostly at night, when it's cooler.
Checkpoints: The community center in Finland is the first checkpoint.
Sawbill is a remote checkpoint that is unassisted — no handlers allowed — and a mandatory six-hour layover on the upbound leg. Marathon mushers are expected to arrive early Monday morning.
The mid-distance finish is the Americinn in Tofte.
The Trail Center on the Gunflint Trail is the turn-around point for the marathon; it has a wonderfully convivial restaurant, and spectators can watch mushers emerging from forest across Poplar Lake. They’re expected to arrive late Monday evening.
On the marathon race return, there's a mandatory six-hour layover at the Highway 2 checkpoint. Mushers will arrive Wednesday at Billy's, which will hold a Red Lantern Party until the last musher pulls in.
To get to Billy's, take Superior Street to 43rd Avenue East and go left to Glenwood Avenue. Take a left at Glenwood and go to Jean Duluth Road. Take a right at Jean Duluth Road and drive to Tischer Road.
Watching: It’s essential to dress warmly if you’ll be standing around waiting. Wear twice as much as you think you’ll need and bring chemical hand and feet warmers, available at hardware and home-supply stores.
Volunteering: Nearly 1,000 volunteers are needed to do everything from tabulating “Cutest Puppy’’ votes to moving sponsor banners up and down the trail to helping teams cross highways.
Information: Beargrease, 218-722-7631.
Last updated on January 11, 2016