Today that changed.
Dad arrived in Fairbanks last night. This morning, the three of us drove the old Haul road north of the Arctic Circle. Before we left the borough, we spotted our first moose strolling along the road. Our approach rushed the moose from the road, and we were slow with our camera shutters. Although it was an official moose sighting, I was not satisfied with the quality, as you can see from this photo. There are better shots of Sasquatch.
After trekking 255 miles north, we arrived in Coldfoot, which is little more than a rest-stop. If you watch Ice Road Truckers on Discovery, this is a familiar area. The old haul road, or Dalton Highway, is the same route used for transporting supplies to the oil rigs in Prudhoe Bay and Deadhorse.
Our destination in Coldfoot was well short of road's terminus at the Arctic Ocean. After enjoying a campsite-cooked lunch and scenic views of the Brooks Mountain range, we turned back south and headed for Fairbanks. Within ten miles, we saw a moose... and then half a mile further, we saw another moose! Now I consider my trip successful. (Although I have seen moose wandering through rural Quebec and Maine before, seeing an Alaskan moose was important to me.) Now if we can spot a bear for dad, our entire trip will be complete. I'm thinking about leaving a bucket of chicken wings outside his tent at night. That should do the trick.
Here is our second moose from the trip:
A brief overview of Coldfoot:
Some of the turns on the Dalton Highway are extremely treacherous. Even the veteran truckers agree:
A final note. We are thrilled that dad has joined us on the trip:
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Location:Coldfoot, north of the arctic circle
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