An Alaska Diary - 1942

Breakin' In The Team Was A Big Part Of Our Lives...
When Dad would break in the team each winter, he would be gone for hours and always come back bloody - the dogs would bite him! But he always won and we got where we needed to go.

Wes Fults, 1942 (Age 4)

Wes Fults, tests out his junior dog sled.

The Fults family prepares to cross the sound from
Teller to Teller Mission.

Getting around Alaska has always been a little bit different. You've got your boats, your ATVs, your bush planes and more. Most often for us, the Fults family of Teller Mission, it was the dog sled. To me, my Dad's dog sled was easily the greatest thing on runners. I liked it so much, my Dad built me a junior dog sled - just like his!

Only problem was getting the dogs to cooperate, much less let me touch them! I kept trying though and to this day, whenever I see a husky I think of Alaska and all our dog sled adventures. Guess Alaska tenacity just stays in your blood and in your bones. And maybe that is why it also means that @ Bonanza --- Alaska Wins!