To Tuktoyaktuk
An 11-day, 7500km, road trip to the edge of the Arctic Ocean...and back.
Intro goes here.
Note to self: pack rubber boots next time.
Note to self: pack rubber boots next time.
Dawson Creek BC, marks the start of the 2,237km long Alaska Highway. Built during WW2 to help connect Alaska to the rest of the US states as part of an emergency war measure in case of attack from Japan.
Foreshadowing of things to come.
Hopefully going the right way.
Hopefully going the right way.
Making our way to Dawson City, Yukon (not to be confused with Dawson Creek B.C from earlier), a base during the 19th-century Klondike Gold Rush, and today the place to load up before the push up the Dempster Highway.
The Dawson Uber.
Tombstone Territorial Park, one of the many stunning views along the Dempster Highway.
Driving the Dempster is no joke, it's a constant barrage of trucks, rocks, dust...and that's on a good day when the shale doesn't turn into mud. One wrong move, and you‘re in the ditch.
Yes? No? There was no choice but to go through... but after a full day‘s of driving (and no civilization for hours) turning around was not an option.
A very welcome sight after uncontrolled fires shut down the roads, the rest-stop at Eagle Plains marks the halfway point up the Dempster (and 35kms south of the Arctic Circle).
A very welcome sight after uncontrolled fires shut down the roads, the rest-stop at Eagle Plains marks the halfway point up the Dempster (and 35kms south of the Arctic Circle).
On his way back from Tuk, this guy was heading south towards the Pan-American highway, with the final goal of Ushuaia, Argentina.
Waiting out the fire at the Eagle Plains bar... a place that every Brooklyn dive bar aspires to be.
Back on the Dempster...
Dempster detritus.
Arctic Circle.
Arctic Circle.
Getting close to Tuk...
70km to go.
Made it!
A few heroic poses, before heading back home to reality.
Walking around the streets of Tuktoyaktuk.
Our Lady of Lourdes.
Our Lady of Lourdes.
The kings of Tuk. Riding around after midnight, city kids definitely don‘t get this kind of freedom.
Goin back.
Bringing some of the Dempster back home.
A much appreciated dip at the Liard River Hot Springs.