Along about here, we get what looks like it's going to be a horrifying tangle of dogs, as the Esquire and Danza pooches come within inches of each other. Brennan cheers as his dogs pass Frank's. Rob and Frank are both running behind their sleds now, and Rob seems to have passed as well. I have to say, Brennan was a champ with the dogs. I enjoyed hearing him yell "yah!" and "mush!" a lot. It's definitely the loudest he's been on the entire trip. A bit monosyllabic, but nice and loud.
After Esquire stops, we get a shot of their dogs, one of whom is panting while hanging his tongue out the side of his mouth, which my dog likes to do, too, despite the fact that it makes him look like an idiot. The boys toss their packs into the back of their SUV. They climb in, with Brennan driving.
Danza pokes along on their sleds.
Esquire SUV. "We've probably got, what, maybe fifteen minutes on 'em?" Rob wonders. Brennan: "I have no idea." Over a shot of Danza, Rob returns to the theme of Frank's Dogs Sucking Wind. "I don't know whether they had bad dogs, or were riding them improperly..." (Yes. He said "improperly.") "We had to pass, dude, it's a race," Rob continues. Wait a minute -- are they feeling guilty? About passing someone? During a race? Psssst -- Rob. If you don't pass them, you can't finish ahead of them. I think Rob's brain is half-frozen. "Man, this is definitely the middle of nowhere," Brennan says as they drive down a road in the frozen wasteland.
Danza, finishing the dogsled run. They de-sled and grab their bags and pile into their SUV.