2 July
The Arctic Tundra
I’ve had a significant lift in spirits since I left Deadhorse. It’s one of those things where a primary goal has actually been reached after years of planning and plotting and overcoming minor and major bulls**t to get there. The weather as been good to me, and I’m grateful for that, but strangely I found myself enjoying the landscape far more than on my way up. Probably something to do with having survived all the issues I was dreading about this road.
The Arctic Tundra
I’ve had a significant lift in spirits since I left Deadhorse. It’s one of those things where a primary goal has actually been reached after years of planning and plotting and overcoming minor and major bulls**t to get there. The weather as been good to me, and I’m grateful for that, but strangely I found myself enjoying the landscape far more than on my way up. Probably something to do with having survived all the issues I was dreading about this road.
Truly the middle of nowhere
Galbraith Lake
The tundra is just the most beautiful place to be. I spent a lot more time stopping off and just soaking in the lonely, desolate, achingly beautiful magnificence of it all. 90% of visitors to Prudhoe Bay fly in and have no idea of the road or the surrounding countryside, and I think that’s a real shame, because you get no sense of the real tundra at all from Deadhorse.
If you get the chance to get here - grab it with both hands!
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