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midnight sun

Due to an unfortunate set of circumstances, I spent my summer solstice above the Arctic Circle camping beside the airstrip in Coldfoot. A party, attended by all the young seasonal workers of Coldfoot and neighbouring communities, and which I had no desire to go to, was underway at the not-too-distant river. A constant stream of […]

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relflections on the dalton highway

The thing that I found fascinating about the Dalton Highway is the sense of community that exists on the 414 mile ribbon of mud, gravel and occasional asphalt that traverses the arctic tundra and mountains north of Fairbanks. There are very few permanent residents on this road. The main settlements are work camps – mostly […]

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deadhorse: the beginning

The plane from Anchorage to Deadhorse was delayed and overbooked and so we spent a bit of time at the airport wondering whether we* would make it to Deadhorse at all but finally we arrived at around 5pm. Putting the bikes back together took the better part of two hours and the airport staff waited […]

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