My daughter, Nicole is playing on the varsity squad as a sophomore for Houston High School here in the Mat-Su Valley.

We are playing Colony High (Palmer) starting at 6:00 for the junior varsity game followed by the varsity game at 7:45. We started the evening with our little annual picnic, the Forto way–Subway sandwiches in the truck as we wait for the games to begin.

Nicole is wearing number 5 this year. The number I wore all through my sports career. She has also been recruited as a somewhat of a junior coach helping the younger players on their skills. Nicole is one of the few girls that has played softball most of her life.

She started the game in right field–reason being she can back up first base–whom doesn’t have a lot of experience at the position.

At her first at bat of the season Nicole hit a single and eventually ran into home. Second at bat, same thing. Not a bad way to start off!

The Hawks ended up with a tie 12-12.

This will be a bittersweet season for Nicole. She probably won’t play next year because she was accepted into the Alaska Middle College–a hybrid high school and college program offered through the University of Alaska-Anchorage. In this program she will earn credits for graduation of high school but also an Associates degree. We left it up to her and she chose college classes over staying at Houston. She will be allowed to play next year according to the college program through her home high school but we will have to see, that is a year away.

Until then we will cheer on our little girl and the team! Up next, games on the Kenai peninsula this weekend. I plan on driving down to watch the team play!

Who ever said rock is dead? It may be close with all these horrid singing competitions like The Voice, X-Factor and American Idol wanna-be’s searching for the next Justin Bieber. These shows are full of lame cover songs and remixes of Top 40 hits from yesteryear–but you know what you never hear a good rock tune on these shows. You know why? It takes real talent and a bit of an evil mind to play a good rock tune. Not just melody that you learn in your mom’s bathroom singing into a hairbrush in the mirror.

That brings me to Rob Zombie’s Venomous Rat Regeneration Vendor. It plays like a super-twisted, energy-packed journey into the sick mind of a true metal master. This music is fun, dark, macabre and as it plays out, it is like watching a collection of B movies on old time TV.

Rob Zombie shows once again why he has turned out to be not only a superbly talented musician and show man, but also one of the most talented directors in movies today. His latest movie, The Lords of Salem, is sure to scare the shit out of you just like his previous movies have.

Now back to the music:

Venomous Rat Regeneration Vendor is by far Zombie’s most ambitious musical demonstration to date. The release is strong from start to finish. As we all know, Zombie’s musical brilliance goes back decades and to say this is his best material is saying a lot. I grew up on Zombie. I was listening to him in high school when others were grovin’ to Bon Jovi’s Livin’ on a Prayer. True, Soul Crusher (1987) is a much different Rob Zombie than today but you could tell then that this guy would stick around for a while.

Venomous Rat Regeneration Vendor shows maturity in all aspects of the recording: songwriting, musical delivery and production that come together to make a truly powerful metal recording and back is the campiness of Hellbilly Deluxe that has been lost in the last couple Zombie releases. Back is the thrashing guitars of John 5, the thumpin’ bass of Piggy D and new to the line up is the pelting drums of Ginger Fish formerly of Marilyn Manson.

The song titles alone allow us a look into Mr. Zombie’s brain as the music itself. With lyrics like: “Strapped behind the wheel of a flat-bed truck / A payload of pussy and Peking Duck / High on the fumes and high on the gas / Rally round the girl with the skull on her ass,” how could you go wrong?

Tracks

Teenage Nosferatu Pussy
Dead City Radio and the New Gods of Supertown
Revelation Revolution
Theme for the Rat Vendor
Gong Gang Gong De Do Gong De Laga Raga
Rock and Roll (In a Black Hole)
Behold! the Pretty Filthy Creatures
White Trash Freaks’
We’re an American Band, and yes this is a great cover of the Grand Funk Railroad cut.
Lucifer Rising
The Girl Who Loved The Monsters
Trade in Your Guns for a Coffin

While I will still have to listen to this CD a few more times for it to really sink in, after the first couple times it is beginning to grow on me. As you listen to the tracks it takes you down a winding path that is prevalent through his musical career. Whether is is the crunching guitars you heard on Astro Creep, to catchy little tunes you hear on Educated Horses to Techo-thump on Mondo Sex Head. Zombie may not be for everyone but if you are a fan of his style you are sure to enjoy this one.

Alaskan Razor Clams

We got about 10 pounds of them from my son, Tyler’s friend a couple months ago and had them in the freezer. I thought it would make a nice spring dish to welcome in the warmer temperatures and start our plans o fishing adventures this summer down on the Kenai and in the local streams.

This dish is really simple to make:

1 pound cleaned razor clams

1 stick (1/2 cup) butter

Lemon slices

Old Bay Seasoning

Italian seasoning

Directions

Melt butter in a sausepan. Lay lemon slices on a cookie sheet covered with aluminum foil. Pour buter on the cookie sheet and place clams on the sheet evenly spaced. Shake a liberal amount of Old Bay and Italian seasoning on the clams. Broil about 10 inches below the broiler for 8 to 10 minutes. Serve immediately.

Enjoy.

What are some of your favorite Alaskan dishes?

Why do we call it Alaska Chicks Vodka? It’s simple really, we use vodka that is distilled right here in Alaska and we use Peep’s marshmallow chicks.

How do you make it?

1 large Mason Jar

3/4 bottle of Frostbite Alaska Vodka

8 Peeps (or more)

Place the Peeps in a jar and cover them with the vodka. Seal it. Place in the refridgerator for three or four days. Enjoy! You can drink it straight or strain the vodka through a coffee filter. Your choice.

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There comes a time in every man’s life when he just has to let go.

For some it is the 30 inch waist line they had back in high school when they woo’ed the girls in their acid washed jeans and pegged legs.

For others it is that hobby of collecting Beanie Babies that their neighbor announced on Facebook and he finally came out of the proverbial closet.

For me it is my ‘almost’ four year addiction to Foursquare.

I woke up last Sunday and realized, what in the hell am I doing? I am here collecting virtual badges for no other reason than to one-up my family and friends.

I was once the mayor of my hometown and several others across the country. I had almost 8,000 check-ins and left some, what I thought was valuable, tips at several locations and so many ‘friends’ that I reached my limit.

Why?

I have no idea. I never received any REAL benefit of playing this stupid little game. I did acquire a stalker or two though. One time a lady walked up to me at Home Depot and said she followed me on Foursquare. I don’t even know how she knew who I was since my profile picture was a cartoon of my dog. Another time a dog training client drove ALL the way to Willow so they could check-in at our place.

Like other addiction, I don’t know if I have quite hit rock bottom yet. I still have the app on my iPhone and I just might check in to leave that extra-special tip or maybe snag the next ulra-hip badge.

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Robert Forto is mushin’ down a dream in the wilds of Alaska while with his wife and kids at Fortos Fort

This was actually Tyler’s first race ever. He was super excited to give the dogs a run when we decided to go late Saturday afternoon. We packed up the gear in a hurry Saturday night and made our lists of the dogs that would be going. It was the first race for the Nightmare Crew pups as well as some others too.

The teams (This is the first race for dogs with an *):

Robert

TyTy-Vela

Rasp-Shock*

Barrel*-Dandy*

Cassie-Burton*

Shifter-Denali

Aussie-Trapper

Tyler

Ringo-Sidney

Scarlett-Lock*

Ragnar*-Zero*

Casper*-Raegan

Bodhi-Spencer

(Lock didn’t run in the race as we found she was in heat at the race)

Sunday

We were on the road early Sunday morning for the hour drive to Knik. The roads were terrible, it has snowed almost two feet in the last 24 hours. We had 22 dogs loaded up. All of the spots in the dog box were doubled, we had two in the cab in my truck, two in the cab of the Ranger and four in crates. We need a bigger dog truck!

About 10 miles in I realized I forgot my beaver hat and Tyler calls from the other truck and says we forgot the snacks for the dogs! Rather than turn around we stopped at 3-Bears and bought the hamburger patties again. No the optimum trail snack for the dogs but the seem to work.

When we arrived at Knik Lake there were just two other mushers there, one was my friend Karen Cline who I met on the Serum Run Boot Camp last year.

We had about an hour and a half before race time and several other mushers arrived pretty quickly.

Our musher meeting consisted of paying the 50 dollar entry fee and drawing our starting order from a coffee can as the race organizers came around to our trucks. Pretty informal.

There was only six teams in the 40 mile race and several others in a ten miler-six dog class. I drew bib 2, Tyler number 4. We would be going out four minutes apart.

Race Time!

Our friends and sponsors of the teams, Kim and Dale came out to help out and see us off. They were a huge help in getting us to the starting line (we actually ran off right from our trucks). In usual fashion I was yelling hurry up from the back of the sled as the “handlers” scurried to get all of the dogs on the line before the last second. And I was off!

The race left the lake and winded through Redingtonville and past the Dog Mushers Hall of Fame before hitting 7 mile lake. Just about 5 miles into the race, Rasp, one of my best swing dogs quit on me. She laid down right on the line and wouldnt get back up. I quickly set the hook and couldn’t find anything wrong with her so I put her in the bag of my new sled from Sled Dog Systems and dropped the 50 pounds of weight I was carrying on the side of the trail.

I travelled with Rasp in the bag for about an hour as teams passed us and we passed them. I think Karen and I passed each other three or four times.

We ran up and down the rolling hills and I made it a point to let the dogs work up each one. I wanted them to learn that hills mean to continue to pull. The trails were awesome with the snow falling and not too cold. It was a perfect day for mushing.

About 15 miles in Rasp was anxious to get out of the bag and I put her back in the team. I don’t know what happened to her back there but I am thinking that she had a stinger or something, sort of like when you lay on your arm and it goes to sleep.

As we approached the halfway point the other four mushers passed me going the other way. I knew I was getting close when Karen said, “the turn around is just up there.”

Sure enough there was the Nome Sign. The nome sign is a piece of mushing history that has been there since the early days. It points towards Nome (of course) along with a symbolic 1049 miles.

About a mile heading back towards the finish I passed Tyler and let him know the turn around was coming up. His team looked good and he was in good spirits.

We mushed on for a few hours by ourselves occasionally seeing Karen in the distance.

At about 7 Mile Lake Tyler caught up to me. He was running Sidney in single lead! We decided to mush in together. It was fun talking to him on the trail and enjoying each other as we headed toward the finish.

The Finish

We arrived at the finish line at 4:42. Five hours, 38 minutes after I left. Everyone else was in and up at the Knik Bar except for Karen who (I believe) was resting in her truck.

Michele overheard one of the mushers say as they came onto the lake on a snow machine, “I have ran every race with those guys and they come in last every time. It is like they don’t train their dogs to run.”

Excuse me?

I am very pleased with our run. We knew we weren’t going to break any records. It was Tyler’s first race ever and we had eight dogs that I had never experienced this, ever!

All of our dogs came in with their tails waggin’ and were happy. No dog was pushed too hard. We finished with all the dogs, including all of the Nightmare Crew, in the team and “smiling” as we gave them a snack at the truck.

I learned a long time ago that mushing is not about winning or losing. It is about spending time out in the woods with your dogs. It is about the bond you have built over countless miles on the trails with the team and knowing what to look out for on the trail. It is a sad day when mushing as turned into; I have to be first no matter what, or I have to win because I have to be in the “money.”

If mushing is that way for some, I am sorry. That is not what Team Ineka is about. We are a family kennel with dogs that we love and care about. Sure we have several dogs from other kennels that make up our teams but for us it is about raising our two litters–The Nightmare Crew and the 9-11 Crew–to get out on the trails and have fun with every one in the family taking part. That is what mushing is about, at least for us.

Mush on!

Last 1/3 of the GB 150 -- Spot Tracker

It was Friday night about 6pm and Michele calls me on my iPhone. She is at Underdog Feed and just spoke to Lisbet Norris.

She says to me, “Have you heard about the Tug Bar 150?”

Yes, I said.

“Well it’s tomorrow and I think it would be FUN if you ran it!”, says Michele. You see how I underlined fun? We will get back to that in a little while.

So, with less than 12 hours notice we prepped to run the race. I had already planned a 30 mile training run that night so after Tyler and I got back with the teams we started packing.

We quickly realized right before I headed out on the training run that we had no trail snacks for the dogs during the race. We called Kathy Smith of Mushers Feed and Supply. She was in Nome. She is Lance and Jason Mackey’s mom. If you are reading this and you don’t know who they are, well…

So Michele ran to 3-Bears and Tyler and I hit the trail.

30 miles and a couple hours later we headed back up to the house to start packing for the race. On the kitchen island were four 5-hour energy’s (a musher’s little secret) and a bag of beef jerky. My preferred trail snack, and two boxes of hamburger patties. You know, the ones like you ate in school.

I guess they will do.

We got everything packed. Since this was just a 150 mile run with only one checkpoint and no food drops I will have to carry everything in my sled.

Saturday

We arrived at the Tug Bar on KGB road at about 10:30. For those of you know don’t know, the Tug Bar has been the host of several races over the years and is rich in mushing history. It has been host to the Klondike 300/Willow-Tug 300/Northern Lights 300 (yes all the same race with different names), as well as the Tug Bar 150 for at least 15 years. Some of the past winners are named Buser, Smyth, Reddington and Burmeister.

We got our vet checks out of the way and headed inside for the musher meeting.

The meeting last for almost an hour. Most of it was going over crudely drawn trail maps on pieces of paper.

We were supposed to head out at 1pm but changed it to two so people could have time to broth their dogs.

There were nine mushers and I drew number 3. I would be heading out at 2:09.

The start

Right before we harnessed up, Bud Smyth, I am sure you know that name too– Ramey Smyth’s dad and legendary musher that ran some of the first Iditarods– spoke to me again about the trail. He was listed as the “technical advisor”. I said, I am sure I will be fine I will just follow the trail markers.

We pulled up to the starting line with Tyler and Nicole as my handlers across a sheet of ice in the parking lot. As the countdown ensued I was ready!

In just the first twenty yards of the race I was in trouble. We had to cross KGB road and up an embankment. My brake caught an ice berm and the sled tipped over. Here I was not 45 seconds into the race and I crash. I made it up right with the help of a couple spectators and headed down the trail. I was not the only one that crashed at the start mind you.

The first 19 miles were rolling hills through the woods passing over several road crossings and driveways. Then we made it to 9-mile hill! 9 mile hill rivals any of the hills we have in the Mat-Su Valley. It was huge and steep. That early into a run the dogs are still eager to go at full speed and I had to stand on the brake with both feet just to slow them down as we headed toward the base.

Throughout the afternoon we mushed on through some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen. It was a beautiful day with the sun shining. It was a little too warm to be mushing dogs, in my opinion, but we were going to take our time. I had planned on a 10 hour run to the checkpoint on the Yentna River, stopping to snack about every three hours.

As night fell we crossed over the Big Su River and headed onto Alexander Creek Loop. This is part of the original Iditarod trail and is currently used for many races including the Junior Iditarod.

About halfway into our 78 miles I saw Lisbet resting with her dogs on the trail. We said our hello’s and I mushed on.

We passed Eaglesong Lodge and started seeing signs for moose in the area. I didnt see any moose but there were plenty of moose holes and a short time later Denali, my ever trusting leader, stepped in one and started limping. Great!

I stopped the sled and ran to the front of the team. He didn’t seem injured but I took him off the line and put him in the bag. I put Sidney up with Cassie and away we went.

As we hit the Yentna River we were about 10 miles to the checkpoint. The Northern Lights were out and absolutely breathtaking. The river is huge. At least a half mile or more across and there are hundreds of dog teams and snow machine trails criss-crossing it. I did not see any of the T-120 markers and allowed Sidney to work her way down river following whatever scent she could.

The rivers here are our super-highways in the winter. Many dog teams and at least five or six races use the river to train and run on. Hundreds of people live on the rivers and snow machines and boats are their only way to get to their homes. I have seen many times people hauling big screen TVs on their snow machines down river, along with building supplies, and bulk purchases from Costco.

I arrived at the checkpoint on the river at 12:05 am. 9 hours 56 minutes after I started the race. Not bad. I am right on schedule!

I did my chores and laid my sleeping bag out on a bed of straw next to Bodhi and Cassie, Vela and Sidney. I could hardly fall asleep with the Northern Lights dancing above me in a spectacular display of greens and red.

By 4:30 the first teams in where preparing to leave. I still had a couple hours so I headed into camp to warm up and grab a bite to eat. The race put up a very nice checkpoint with food and a couple places for mushers to sleep. I have always preferred to sleep with the dogs, even though I was sleeping in the middle of a river that night I could not ask for a better way to spend the evening.

Sunday

30 minutes before I was to leave I gave each dog a rub down and inspected their feet. I was still a little concerned with Denali even though he did finish the run into the checkpoint last night. I had him in team just ahead of the wheel dogs so could watch him. Instead of risking injury I dropped him at the checkpoint and he would get a ride back to the finish in style.

I was allowed to leave at 8:05. I left at 8:20 down the river. Since it was just after sunrise I could see the trail markers now as we travelled the 7 miles down the Yentna before we took off towards Flat Horn Lake.

As 10:30 approached we were in the middle of a swamp and it started getting very warm with little in the way of shade. My dogs slowed way down and I just took it easy. They were dipping a lot of snow and I could tell that the heat was bothering them. I never want to put my dogs in jeopardy so I vowed to stop often and just enjoy the time out here on the trail with them.

Throughout the day the view was awesome! Sleeping Lady (Mount Susitna) was to my right the entire time and she is massive! We circled through the swaps a couple times and about 1:30 I came upon Lisbet and Monica Zappa camped out with their dogs. Monica had gotten lost early in the morning on the river and had run all the way back to Eaglesong before turning around.

I snacked my dogs and talked with the two ladies about mushing and dogs (of course) and then hit the trail. My dogs didnt think it was right to leave their new friends behind so we had a frustrating 15 or 20 minutes with them looking back. The ladies caught up to me and I let them pass.

The three of us travelled more or less together for about two hours until the race marshall approached us on a snow machine with a scratched musher and his sled. He told us we were going the wrong way and we needed to turn around.

We were only 19 miles from the finish, near the Nome sign.

Those 19 miles are the toughest section of the trail. Remember I told you earlier about 9 mile hill? It was steeper going back and this time the dogs were tired and hot so I had to push the sled up all of them.

As I turned the last corner and onto KGB road I saw Nicole run across the road, presumably to tell them I was coming in. As I approached the intersection, where I wiped out the day before, my son and daughter were the first to greet me. It was a great feeling. I crossed the finish line and flashed my wife a smile. I got in at 6:41. 10 hours 21 minutes and that included me getting lost. Not bad.

I pulled up to the truck and spoke to J.P. Norris for a few minutes as I stood on the brake while Nicole and Tyler un-hooked the dogs. He said he was following my progress on my Spot Tracker. Very cool.

We fed the dogs, loaded up the gear and headed inside the Tug Bar for the banquet. They had every type of food you could imagine including corned beef and cabbage. It was St. Patricks Day after all.

I received the Red Lantern. No worries. It was a great training run for us and I got my first Iditarod qualifier under my belt, not to mention just 48 hours before we knew nothing of it.

Things I learned

First, I tried out a lot of the team in lead. They all did pretty well. I learned during the Tustumena experience I can’t count on one leader to pull me into the finish line. On this race I had Cassie, Sidney, Vela, Denali, Rasp and Aussie all in lead at one point or another.

Second, I am so proud of Trapper. He is a big boy we got this summer from James Wheeler and is part of the Kasilof Crew. This was his first race and the longest he has ever ran. This was his first time camping too. He did great!

Third, have fun! That is what Michele said to me before I left. I did. Yes, it was too hot. Yes, there weren’t enough trail markers but you know what, I did have fun. This is why I mush dogs. Just the sheer enjoyment of being out on the trail and spending time together is all worth it. Better yet, having your family greet you at the finish line and to see them with a smile on their face when their dad crosses the finsih line is priceless.

Sure it was only 150 miles. A far cry from the Iditarod. But each mile I run with those dogs is a treasure I would not give up for anything in the world. It is why we moved to Alaska. For moments just like this. I am in no hurry to run the BIG race yet. Heck, look at guys like Jim Lanier. He is running it in his 70s. I still have 30 years!

Mush on!

Our little flea, Nicole, got her learners permit this past Saturday and she is so excited! In Alaska you are able to drive at the ripe old age of 14 but Nicole decided to wait–with absolutely no argument from her mom and dad–until she was 15 1/2. Good choice Nicole.

She said herself, “I don’t know if I even WANT to drive, there are so many rules…”

That all changed once she got that little plastic card!

Friday

We headed to Palmer on Friday afternoon after a quick study session in the truck with me asking, “what does that sign mean? Can a person turn right at that corner? There’s a bike on the road, what are you supposed to do now?”

We entered the DMV, Nicole filled out the paperwork and we waited our turn. About 45 minutes later she was at the testing kiosk and ready to go!

She missed five. Bummer. You have to get 16 out of 20 right to pass. She missed some technical stuff like how many points you lose on your license if you are pulled over for wreck less driving? Who knows!

Defeated we left the DMV and made plans to drive to Eagle River on Saturday morning to try again.

Saturday

We arrived at the DMV around 10 am for attempt number two. We had to wait about an hour and a half this time as this was the only DMV open in the entire metro area.

This time both mom and dad were here to witness this milestone. If she passes.

A few minutes after Nicole walked up to the kiosk she gave us the thumbs up and we hurried over to congratulate her!

10 minutes later we were back in the car with Nicole’s freshly printed ID in hand.

WAIT!

Nicole exclaimed. They have my birthday wrong! What? Yep, it is is listed as July 3rd.

Michele and Nicole hurried back inside while I waited in the truck. luckily they didn’t have to wait in line or we would have been here all day.

On the way home Michele said, “you know your dad has to teach you to drive right?”

Great. This should be fun. I can remember the stress I put my dad under trying to learn how to drive an old Volkswagen Bug in my high school parking lot. I had such trouble with the shifting and the clutch and the steering that I could barely get over the speed bumps.

Monday

Nicole will be the first to admit that she is a little short to be driving dad’s Toyota Tundra.

After a few errands around Wasilly I gave Nicole her first driver’s lesson on the mile long, snow covered road that lead from the highway to our house. Before she took off in the truck she had to adjust the seat ALL the way up just so that she could see over the wheel and we took off down the road at a very speedy 10 miles per hour.

We made it home without an accident and now she wants to drive everywhere. Heck she even carries her wallet now.

What are we in for?! If I have my way she wont drive until she is 30. Heck, we already told her she can’t go on a date until she’s 18.

Daddy’s little girl is growing up too fast.