The weather forecast went from an overnight snow accumulation of "up to 9 inches," to 6 inches, to 3 inches, to in fact, rain. By 9:00 a.m. when we set out for the Iditarod though, the rain was ending, and the sky clearing and windy. Downtown the wind whipped the flags, pushed the road barriers, and made sails of people's ponchos, but didn't seem to disturb the dogs in the least.
Dogs -- stars of the show.
Fact --78 mushers and about 1,200 dogs. In the thick of it, easy to believe, and remarkably noisy. Each team seemed to have a dozen or more helpers -- dog handlers, musher handlers, and handlers' handlers. Not to mention that every spectator over the age of ten seemed to have at least one camera (not counting phones, and helicopters with cameras). We only hung around the west end of the scene where sleds were getting ready because we had another commitment at 10:00, but got plenty of photos nonetheless.