We made it to Fairbanks and parked it at a Backpackers Hostel for a bit. We organized ourselves and we planned on doing the Dalton Highway the next day. I meet a German guy named Timo who was wanting to hike in the Brooks Range and I told him we were headed that way and I also would like to do some hiking. He slept in the passenger front seat. We call the cab our guest bedroom now.
We headed North and took in mind all the advice everyone gave us about the semi trucks and weather. It turned out to all be true.
The road up to Coldfoot wasn't bad, but after it was mostly dirt. We stayed in Coldfoot the first night and we were lucky enough to see Aurora Borealis. We headed out the next day to hike in the Brooks Range. We climbed some nameless mountain right on the edge of the range. One direction was giant mountains, the other flat tundra. it was a drastic change in landscape. It also was a huge wall that held the weather back. The North Slope was blanketed in two inches of snow the next day and South of the Antigun Pass, there was none.
We came back to the truck after the hike and Freddy had taken a long nap. He left the driving lights on and killed the battery. We have a jumper, but it was dead also. We ended up using our jumper cables and our aux battery to jump ourselves. That was the worse of the Dalton Highway we experienced. Very Lucky.
We again headed North into the tundra toward Deadhorse and got there early in the night. Not much there besides the hotels, post office, general store, and the trillion dollar land. We left the next day and made it back to Coldfoot once again. Then the day after that we made it down to Chena hot springs for a nice relaxing night after our long drive on the Dalton.
Everything in the back of the camper was destroyed. The highway made the back of the camper like a tumbler and through everything everywhere. We have it all back to its proper place now.
