Psychology Today | 12.02.2026 01:55
Every winter, the Upper Peninsula of Michigan transforms. The snow settles over everything, muffling the usual sounds and creating a kind of hush that feels magical. As mushing season arrives, I find myself drawn to the trails, bundled up and eager to watch the teams and their dogs set out across the landscape. I’m not a musher, but I'm captivated by the rhythm and energy of the sport—the way the dogs leap with anticipation, the steady focus of the mushers, the camaraderie in the crowd.
