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... depending on how you look at it), storm clouds seemed to be looming in the distance and we had to cut our gold-panning career short in order to accomplish the day's goal of driving through the famed Antigun pass and getting out onto the Arctic tundra. We would have liked to made it all the way to the ocean - less than 100 miles away at that point- but the road was still flooded and subsequently closed.
The Antiqun Pass is the highest maintained (that being ...
... the time we made it to Yukon Camp 6. The parking lot was a soupy paste of red mud. Muddy water from crashing into potholes again and again and again had splashed onto the windows leaving them streaked and difficult to see through. At times it was so foggy and rainy that it was hard to even see the giant metal snake working its way through the black spruce of the tundra. Once we were above the treeline, it was the only thing you could see with the barren ...
... resolve to stay widely apart to learn from these tragic deaths.
As we exit the construction zone, Lee is in the lead, Walt following, and I'm riding drag. Dodging potholes, using the entire road width, we dance on the pegs, to find a smooth, mud-less route. I'm riding in the far left part of the roadway and notice late that the boys are slowing and pulling off to the right; brake-lights and blinkers are obscured by mud covering the lenses. Lee is looking for ...
We stop in Joy at a homestead gift shop ,for a rest and dry out session and coffee. The story of the family who homesteaded this land, built a cabin and raised 23 kids is amazing. The father worked on the pipeline during it's entirety, but obviously had plenty of home visits. I go out to retrieve my camera from the bike and see a muddy little fur sticking out of the mud. When I go to pick it up it ...
... br> around the bend. The highway that will lead us to Deadhorse and the Arctic
Ocean. The highway that will challenge us.
We see the Dalton Hwy sign and the excitement exudes from
John. It’s contagious. I am so excited to do this. Scared and excited. The road
isn’t too bad. We reach the Arctic Circle. Wow! We stop for a picture. Oh man…Arctic
mosquitos are fierce. Ours in Oregon are docile bumbly ...