I’m pretty sure I was born with a love for the sport of competitive mushing. At the age of twelve, I began training dogs, and by the age of fourteen, I had my own nine-dog team. My passion for mushing continuously grew and I spent more time outdoors working with my dogs. Mushing became my lifestyle and I continue to live the sport day-in and day-out. I own and operate a professional racing kennel, Lone Wolf Kennel, located in Shirley, with my husband and training partner, Mark Patterson. Together we currently care for, love, and coach 38 four-legged, furry athletes.

Training our athletes for competitive racing is a year-long commitment. When there is no snow on the ground, a four-wheeler is used. Training is two days on, one day off. The training plan changes all the time, and it’s actually more like an hour-by-hour strategy. Mark and I usually begin the day with a brainstorming session. These factors must be considered: weather, trail conditions, traffic in the woods, and attitude of the dogs. By January, we have typically run 1,000 miles with our teams in all types of weather conditions. Ensuring our dogs are well-prepared for the race includes simulating the feeding routine and lay-over periods, camping out in the snow together, and most importantly, nurturing a strong bond with each dog.

All of this hard work always pays off! I’ve traveled across the country and crossed the Canadian Border to participate in races. One race I return to year after year is the Can-Am Crown International Sled Dog Races held in Fort Kent, Maine. I’ve finished the Can-Am 250, the event’s longest race, eight times, continually placing in the top 5. I completed my first Can-Am 250 at just eighteen years old, running in one of the most difficult race years the Can-Am has ever seen. I was also one of the first females and the youngest musher ever to complete the course. The year was 2003, and 18 inches of fresh snow fell during the fourth-leg, rendering the trails soft and powdery. This caused a marked slowdown for all of the teams. Many mushers started the race, but my team was one of only eleven to cross the finish line that year, placing fourth!

I enjoy the endless time spent training dogs to compete in such a challenging race. The Can-Am is both the dogs and my favorite race; we train on similar terrain at home. We enjoy the hills and wildlife seen while out on the trails in Fort Kent. It’s often we come across a fresh set of moose tracks, and when we’re really lucky, we watch as one strolls across the trail.

Although COVID-19 has brought a halt to racing this season we persevere and continue to train, keeping the 2022 races in the forefront of our minds. I train just like my dogs do; I eat right, stay hydrated, and exercise. This also means once the dogs get their treat for crossing the finish line, so do I. A cold beer after finishing the next Can-Am 250 is going to taste better than ever before!

Photos by Ashley L Conti

I’m really not sure where to start, as I feel like my journey is just beginning.  Some of my fondest, and only memories as a kid, were summers at camp fishing with my father and my brother. By fishing, I mean casting into trees, getting caught in lily pads and rocks, and because of that my father didn’t actually get to fish much. But as I grew up, had to get a job, and started a family, I discovered I’d lost my passion for the outdoors.

Fast forward 25 years…. I was stressed at work constantly, had suffered a severe concussion, and was angry all the time (comes with a CTE diagnosis), when my wife suggested that I “find a hobby.”  It just so happened a childhood friend recommended I get a fishing kayak. Three weeks later I did just that; I had no idea that miserable point in my life would turn into such a positive change.

Shortly after I started fishing, I found Sam Cushing and the Kayak Tournament Trail he was running.  I fished two events that year, flipped my kayak in the very first one, and just embarrassed myself. It was bad. But the fire inside me was lit! I spent the offseason upgrading everything. My tackle, gear, and my kayak – it all had to be better. Spent the winter watching YouTube videos to learn new techniques and when and where to fish them.

Sam had to step away from running his trail to concentrate on grad school, and I started a trail to replace it: Maine Yak Anglers was born. We are nearly 40 members strong, including some from New Hampshire and Massachusetts. Several members, including myself, travel the Northeast and the country fishing high profile KBF (www.kayakbassfishing.com) events. We had a dozen members qualify for the KBF National Championship last year, a championship that came with a $30,000 first place prize.

Over the years my role in the industry has grown, and I am not sure how I became so fortunate. In addition to President/Founder of Maine Yak Anglers, I am currently fishing for Team Jackson Kayaks, Captain of the Three Belles Outfitters (CT) National Fishing Team, Team Dakota Lithium, Team Yakattack, Co-Founder of Elite Kayak Fishing, and the National Tournament Coordinator for Kayak Bass Fishing. I love supporting companies that support me and that I believe in; it makes the relationship mutually beneficial.

At times it’s really overwhelming to think about the opportunities I have had. Regardless of the success I have had, I am still a guy from Maine that loves to represent my home state and the companies based here. I try to do my best to support small local businesses such as Dag’s Bait and Tackle in Auburn, Malone Auto Racks and L.L. Bean (where I bought my Malone Trailer to haul my kayak around the U.S.), and Snow Pond Center of the Arts (where I hosted a National KBF Event on Lake Messalonskee in September, 2020). Planning for that that event on Lake Messalonskee is how I met Sheila with the Maine Sports Commission. She was an important piece to that event ever taking place. Supporting Maine brands, and specifically Maine outdoor brands and businesses is important to me; Maine and its people are my home….

I really appreciate the chance to share just a small part of my story.  There was so much I had to leave out, because I only have so much space to write, but I couldn’t do this without the support from my wife, Danelle, and my son, Brady. They are my biggest fans, and support me, no questions asked.

Top Photo: Jason to right presenting winners at Kayak Bass Fishing event, Snow Pond Center for the Arts

Bottom Photo: Jason (2nd from left) and Team Dakota Lithium

Born and raised in Carrabassett Valley at the base of Sugarloaf, I had the endless playground of the Western Maine Mountains at my fingertips. At 23 months, I took to the slopes and my passion for flying downhill on skis was born. My folks carved out a living at Sugarloaf owning a small interior design business and running the local chapel as ski resort ministers. Being a local provided me with the incredible opportunity to attend Carrabassett Valley Academy which is a high school dedicated to skiing and life in the mountains. It was here that I refined my craft of ski racing and managed to qualify for the US Ski Team upon graduation. I’ve since spent the last seven years traveling the globe racing on the World Cup tour representing the US Team. I specialize in the alpine disciplines of Downhill and Super G, considered the speed disciplines and consisting of 3+ mile long courses, descending thousands of feet of elevation, reaching speeds over 90mph, while sailing of jumps over 150 feet long, all without a seatbelt. I’m a bit of an adrenaline junky I have to admit!  When I’m not running downhill courses, I explore Maine’s toughest rivers in my whitewater kayak.

Spending my career in the mountains thus far and growing up playing in the Maine woods I’ve gained a great appreciation for the outdoors. I was introduced to the Allagash River in northern Maine by former ski coach and life mentor, Chip Cochrane, (owner of Allagash Canoe Trips). I began learning to guide under Chip a few years ago and recently earned my Maine Guide License and am looking forward to leading my own sports through a magical part of Maine.

The off season is always the toughest time for a professional athlete to find a competitive outlet. Over the years I’ve combined my passion for paddling, biking, and trekking along with my comfortability in the woods to compete in the Maine Summer Adventure Race. Adventure racing is a thrilling test of what a person is made of, often a 24hr race format navigated through solely with a map and compass while racing on foot, by bike and across water.

I owe the great outdoors of Maine so much for giving me a path to follow and am immensely grateful to those who shared it with me!

From my early childhood in Presque Isle, I think just about everyone around me knew I was destined to go into the family business. When I wasn’t organizing my adult family members for “game shows,” I was probably running around a living room or backyard pretending to broadcast about any sporting event I could think of. Hockey quickly became my favorite sport and I was fortunate when my mom decided in 1992 to get a new degree from the University of Maine and we moved to Bangor. During that school year, I got to see the greatest college hockey team ever assembled up close regularly.

It was then that my desire to be a sportscaster was truly cemented. I would follow in the footsteps of my grandfather, Harold Glidden, who called high school basketball on the radio in Aroostook County for 30 years and opened WAGM-TV, which still operates today.

As soon as I became a student at Maine myself, I immediately jumped into the sports department at student radio station, WMEB-FM. I was calling Black Bears hockey games, both men’s and women’s, in my first semester. I also learned how to broadcast baseball and football, while honing my basketball call. Hoops was the first sport I got to broadcast as part of the Video Club at the former Garland Street Middle School in Bangor.

I am incredibly fortunate to have broadcast every level of hockey professionally in my home state at a relatively young age. Ranging from high school, to the Black Bears, Lewiston MAINEiacs, and Portland Pirates, I have gotten to call games from two Frozen Fours, a Memorial Cup, and the final five seasons of the Pirates.

Since the Pirates left town, I’ve broadened my range as a broadcaster more than I ever imagined. Though it was incredibly difficult at the time, my impact on the Maine sports community became clearer to me over those next few months. During that time, I became the host of my own radio show (which I now co-host with my brother, Taylor). Offers to broadcast small college and high schools sports started rolling in from multiple outlets. I’ve met some of my favorite people in the world by doing so, and those events and people helped me through a very difficult time in my own career and life.

This past year of disruption has made me especially grateful to be able to do what I do. I love telling stories and lifting up the great athletes, coaches, and others in athletics from Maine. Our sports landscape is diverse and underrated. It is because of the love I have for sports and for Maine that I do what I do.

I have always been inspired by our state motto: “Dirigo.” Translated from Latin, it means “I lead.” I apply it in my own life, but also try to live that self-chosen credo through my work. If we take pride in who we are in everything we do, there is nothing we can’t achieve as a state. No matter where my career takes me, if I am able to help build recognition and pride in the sports community here in Maine, then I view that as a giant success!

On September 17, 2015, I started a job that would change the trajectory of my career and my life—I accepted the challenge to lead Skowhegan revitalization efforts as the Main Street Skowhegan (MSS) Executive Director.

During my first few months on the job, I led a town-wide strategic planning process. We solicited feedback from more than 500 members of our community. In survey responses and focus groups, when we asked what they hoped Skowhegan would look like in 10 years, so many of them named the Run of River Whitewater Recreation Area as the #1 project for Skowhegan’s future.

As a result, Run of River became a major focus of the strategic plan and a top priority for MSS. I joined the Run of River Committee, assisted with the economic impact study, and started drafting grant applications.

Now, if you polled other Main Street directors around the country about their top priorities, I highly doubt many of them would name building a whitewater paddle and surf park in their downtown. I’m one of the lucky ones! Our work at MSS has become more important than just planning events—we’re leading major economic and community development initiatives that will improve the quality of life for everyone.

The positive economic impacts of whitewater parks became even more evident in 2017, when Skowhegan Town Manager, Christine Almand, and I took a trip to Colorado to visit several whitewater park communities. After meeting with business leaders in these towns, I WAS BEYOND SOLD on Run of River’s potential. Whitewater parks are proven tools for community revitalization.

It became my personal mission to make our whitewater park a reality—and to ensure our locals would enjoy using it, too. Thanks to a partnership with the Outdoor Sport Institute (OSI), we’re making that happen! MSS now leads Skowhegan Outdoors, an initiative to ensure equitable access to the outdoors. We host three activities per week, and we’re building a gear library with equipment that locals can borrow for free—which currently features standup paddle boards (SUPs), and will someday include whitewater kayaks and surf boards, all for residents to put to good use in the new destination.

I’m a believer that one should walk the walk if they are going to talk the talk, so I took advantage of an OSI whitewater kayaking training held on the West Branch of the Penobscot in 2019. Leaving Millinocket that weekend, I WAS HOOKED on the thrill of whitewater. This summer, I traded a kayak for a SUP, and I’ve been honing my whitewater paddling skills every chance I get, though I wish I could carve out more time on the water.

Someday I will—when I can walk down the street to Skowhegan’s downtown gorge, throw my board in the river, and surf our Waveshaper during my lunch break.

The realization of Run of River has become more than just a professional goal—it’s my passion project!

Image is courtesy of Outdoor Sport Institute.

I grew up on a dairy farm in rural Maine.  Though I didn’t realize it at the time, I was fairly isolated and lonely as a young girl.  I learned a lot of important lessons around hard work and service to others, but I lacked the confidence necessary to step outside my very narrow comfort zone and navigate the realities of life.  

Opportunities for girls in sport were not vast in the 1980s, and I was far too insecure to participate in co-ed sport.  It was the invitation of the high school basketball coach that made the ultimate difference in my life path.  He stopped me in the hallway one day and asked if I would go out for the eighth-grade team.  Some youth aren’t yet equipped to dare greatly and take risks. I needed encouragement to step into the arena, and Coach Downer changed my life that day.  

From then on, I was hooked.  I loved the camaraderie, discipline, and competition that the game provided.  I also loved the person I could be while wearing the jersey.  At that time, the basketball court seemed to be the one place where girls who were strong, assertive, aggressive, and confident were celebrated.  It was here, between the lines, where I started to develop my self-confidence and wondered how far the game could take me.

It eventually led me to Bates, where I was fortunate to compete for female coaches for the very first time.  Representation certainly matters; it wasn’t until I saw strong, capable women at the helm that I began to consider a similar career path.  These role models helped me to dream bigger than I had imagined, and with an enormous leap of faith, I began my coaching journey.

I have held various coaching roles over the years, instructing youth, high school, and collegiate athletes, and I have worked with the top young talent in the nation as a USA Basketball coach.  Through each of these experiences, I have borne witness to the gifts of the game.  Regardless of age or level, a healthy competitive experience can impact one’s life in a transformative manner.

As I embark on my 30th year in this profession, I still feel a sense of wonder and excitement for the lessons the sport will reveal in time.  When I first wore the whistle, I assumed that my job was to control the developmental process for the student-athletes.  It turns out that the most effective means of empowerment is to relent control to others with love and trust.  Through this philosophy, I’ve gained inspiration and knowledge from unique perspectives, and I now know that collective leadership better serves the common good.  I am blessed to serve as a conduit for others in their quests to navigate their own journeys, and – in turn – we ALL continue to evolve through this amazing game and the wisdom it imparts.  

Friends have always seemed fascinated as to how I became a professional logging sports athlete. To me, it always felt like a natural career path…I grew up here in Maine cutting firewood with my family. I’m pretty sure I was helping stack wood since I was first able to walk! As I grew a little older my dad taught me how to split wood, and then, in my teenage years, how to safely run a chainsaw.

Growing up I had seen competitive chopping, sawing, and logrolling on ABC’s Wide World of Sports and it just looked like the most interesting sport out there! At 20, I was formally introduced to professional logging sports through other competitors. At the time there were very few competitions just for women. Though more than welcome to enter we were competing against men. I used that time to learn more and more events and develop the best techniques from anyone who would take the time to teach me.

At that time (early 2000’s), one of the few women’s championships was the World’s Open Lumberjill Contest in Boonville, NY. I competed there several times throughout my 20’s and 30’s, winning championships in axe throwing and peavey logrolling.

In 2010, I decided there needed to be a way for women in logging sports to show off our skills and make a little money while enjoying the sport we had fallen in love with – so, I talked to several ladies I’d competed with over the years, took out a loan from a local bank, bought a truck, trailer and all new equipment, and pitched my idea to anyone who would listen. That first year, we were hired to perform and compete at music festivals, state fairs, rodeos, and outdoor expos, on the road from June until October! We had AxeWomen shows booked coast to coast in the US and Canada!

2020 marks our 10th year in business; this was definitely a different year than we all had planned, with competitions canceled and 90% of our shows canceled or postponed. We’ve had much more free time than expected but made lemonade from lemons, worked hard on training, updated some of our equipment, and were able to begin a new chapter for AxeWomen! Our team has always been made up of world champions, world record holders and collegiate champions. This extra time allowed us to start the “AxeWomen Pathfinder Program,” welcoming teammates who are leaders in their professions – educators, law enforcement officers, scientists- who had shown interest and ability though had yet had the opportunity to compete professionally. We love our sport, and we love teaching our sport to others. This has been a perfect fit!

I am so thankful I was given the opportunity to choose this career path. During my 20 years (so far!) of competing professionally and 10 years of owning a business which coincides with my sport, I have won local and world championships, become the first person to logroll across the Mississippi River, taught celebrities how to axe throw and hundreds of children how to logroll. Yet, I am most thankful this journey led me to meet my husband. We can run the business together, travel together and compete together! And, really, what more could you ever want? I am thankful each and every day.

I arrived at Central Maine Technical College in August of 1993, hired as the Director of Housing and Athletics. Frankly, I think the main reason I was hired was to clean up a residence hall that was experiencing disobedience, fights, and had been an ongoing problem for the college. At 36, I was at an age where hard work came naturally, long hours didn’t bother me, and the challenge of changing the image of the residence halls was a motivator to show those who hired me they’d made a good decision.

I took over the basketball team at the end of the year.  I knew to be successful I had to bring in some talent to compete. And that is what I did. I recruited six talented basketball players to come to CM and play basketball.  Given our roster of six returning players and six newcomers, we were off to the races and winning some games early. Okay, mistake one. At the break, all six players I’d recruited failed their classes and were suspended. We now finished the season with six players, limping through a virtually winless second half. Lesson learned—recruit kids who wanted to go to college AND play basketball. I now relay that experience to all incoming coaches we hire so they don’t repeat my mistakes!

The 1997 season is when things really began to change. A new president, Dr. Scott Knapp, arrived on the scene and brought a “let’s get things done” attitude and a growth mindset. I couldn’t have been happier! We starting growing the enrollment and, with Dr Knapp’s support, expanded summer camps to bring in more revenue for the program. Baseball and softball were added to the mix as well.

The new century began with a name change. In 2003, the state decided to drop the name “technical” and started calling our colleges “community.”  What a difference a name can make! Enrollment, which had been growing each year since President Knapp’s first year, is now on a steady growth path and the results trickled down to the athletic program.

Our basketball program began to win each year. A twenty-win season became the norm. Recruiting players each off season became the standard. The publicity became positive and soon all knew about the Central Maine Community College basketball team. Our local newspaper (a time when local newspapers were really important to growth) covered our program regularly and always put a positive spin on our successes. Finding student athletes was not hard. Many kids throughout Maine wanted to come to CM and play basketball—and the wins mounted up.

During the last 27 years, I’ve gone along for the ride. My name is now on the basketball court. What an honor! However, that name represents many coaches, faculty, staff, and most importantly, players whose hard work and sweat are all over the court. A packed house became familiar. They were not in the gym to see me.  They wanted to see the passion and commitment it took to be part of the CM basketball program. It didn’t matter whether it was the women or men, fans love CM basketball. Go, Mustangs!

As we move forward, my name will forever be on the court.  For that, I am extremely grateful.

My running story is not a grand tale of overcoming a tragedy or regaining my health. I have been lucky on both those fronts. It has kept me healthy and helped me deal with the emotional turmoils that life throws at us all. I don’t have an epiphanic moment where running entered my life. I do remember why I started running. I was 10 years old, in fourth grade, when I participated in my elementary school’s two-mile trail race. I vividly remember the feeling of sprinting through the forest, down the pine needle riddled trail, circling a hayfield, and sailing back to the finish. I remember my lungs burning, sweat pouring off me, muscles churning to keep up to my heart’s desire, to simply win the school, to be the fastest. I wasn’t, but I came in second, outpaced by a 5th grader…

From that moment, I was hooked; thus began my dedicated running life. A passion arose, not one focused on winning, but one searching to find my limits. How far and fast could I go? I had lost sight of that passion and reason for long periods, where winning the race or reaching an arbitrary time goal on various road races from 5K’s to marathons was all it was about, but I eventually found my way back to the trails through ultra running.

That rediscovery of my running passion brought me back to my college days, where I hadn’t run for time or accolades, where I just ran for me. That is what Ultra running brings to my life; me against nature, me against the trails. My time is my time. As long as I enjoy the adventure, it is well worth the effort.

My 29 years of running have all led to my recent desire to tackle the daunting task of my first 100-mile run. My course of choice, Maine’s 100 Mile Wilderness. The wilderness terrain is unforgiving with lots of elevation and technical foot placements nearly every step. Over the course of 37 hours, my trail running partner, Brian Emerson, and I would face this challenge head-on, together. With the exception of a no-choice, sleep deprivation 20-minute power nap on my part, we kept a steady pace and finished the course strong. We had our aches and pains along the way, but I thoroughly enjoyed pushing my body to the edge, being on the trail for hours on end, and trying to find my limit.

I don’t think I found it out there on this trail, but I know I was close.  Part of me will always wonder, how far could we have gone if we just kept going that day? It is that wonderment, that passion, and love for being out on a remote trail or mountain, that will keep me going for years to come. I may not be setting the fastest known times, or be even close to them, but I am there just the same, hitting the trails in the darkest hours, pushing my limits, with my lungs burning, sweat pouring off me, and those same muscles of my first trail run striving to keep up to my heart’s truest desire. How far can I go?