Finally, I made it to Deadhorse. The view was bleak, with a river that seemed nothing more than a drainage ditch cutting through a gravel parking lot. There, a lone tour company offered passage through the secure oilfields of Prudhoe Bay. Not the most scenic trip, but it didn’t matter. At long last, I stood… Continue reading Conquering Deadhorse: Embracing the Arctic’s Bleak Beauty
Seeking solace and elation in the unbuyable.