|Scenery Along the Dalton|
The last few day we have been primarily performing the usual touristy attractions. My hopes are that within 24 hours we will be prowling the tundra in pursuit of heavy antler-clad caribou.
|At the Dalton|
It was also impressive to see just how fast civilization ended north of Fairbanks. Once we were about 5 miles north, the power lines stopped and with that nearly all the homes. Every home after that point lived entirely off the grid, complete with outhouses, solar panels, and softly humming generators. For the next 75 miles we counted only a handful of these outposts. It is hard to describe just how deserted this road is; you have to venture down it to truly appreciate it.
|A relic left rusting along the Dalton.|
|A sign found inside an outhouse at a small store along the Dalton.|
|At the Alaskan Pipeline.|
I was sad that we could not venture further up the Dalton Highway. We ran out of time for the day, and I was already stretching our rental agreement pretty thin, if not already broken. As we drove back to Fairbanks, I thought about the days to come. We had seen the forest, it was now time to experience the tundra. I felt prepared to conquer the bugs as we had proven our gear and fortitude while fishing. I am excited for this next portion of the Alaskan adventure to begin.