The dry land mushing trip did have it's downsides - starting with Cedar rolling in a large quantity of poop (a first) on their last potty outing of the first night (luckily I always carry several dog towels and a stash of latex gloves. The dish soap I used probably wasn't the best for her skin but who cares? She was clean and went to bed with a lemony scent.) - to location. We were camped in a pumice quarry, aka the local gun range. There were guns going off at all hours and from many locations. (luckily the dogs aren't bothered by guns and weren't a target.)
The motor home shepherding many of the dog rigs.
- to having batteries die so I had to use the just fixed generator to make morning coffee. (did I mention that mushers get up way too early?) The generator spewed gas all over the undercarriage (luckily I smelled it when I went in to pour a cup of coffee and was able to get the dogs out and turn off everything associated with propane before the whole motorhome blew up.) - to getting within 2 miles of home and finding a two story house being moved (luckily the cop and Lane Transit supervisor could get the motorhome turned around or I would have had to sit there for a couple of hours and I was way too tired to tolerate that. Remember I got up way to early three mornings in a row, had driven over mountain passes (luckily ahead of the storm) and was surviving on only one quickly grabbed cup of coffee. 
Cedar and Willy relaxing between runs.