On the Dalton Highway, a traveler must endure the trials of road construction. Queueing up, bumper to bumper, through the endless zones of ceaseless toil. Patience wears thin as progress inches forward.
But the true torment lies in the gargantuan mosquitoes that haunt these parts. They defy conventional measures, shrugging off feeble attempts to repel them. Road workers, armed with tennis rackets, wage a futile war, swatting at the airborne pests while engaging in idle banter with the fortunate soul leading the pack.
Such is life on the Dalton Highway, where construction and monstrous mosquitoes join forces, challenging the sanity of those who dare to traverse this unforgiving stretch.
