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I got caught out in a blizzard very similar to this during the Iditarod of 1991. Left White Mountain for Nome with a team of 13 dogs. The radar guy said, Oh, yeah. You’re good for twelve hours. Well, turns out I was only good for three or four hours .To say the storm hit us like a freight train is close enough. Negative thirties Fahrenheit, gusts in excess of 45-50 knots. You cannot see more than five or six feet, cannot hear anything but the roar. You cannot stand upright when the big gusts hit. It was considered a storm of historical significance.

We were pinned down for 36 hours. The dogs came through all right. I suffered frostbite of everything and almost lost my foot.

Here is an idea of what that kind of weather looks like.

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