I am sitting in our Tiger in the parking lot of the Caribou Inn, a motel, in Deadhorse Alaska and behind me a guy in a huge CAT front end loader, is clearing snow from the car park as if he is in a race, and while he is doing this workers in pickup trucks are entering and leaving the lot as if an earth moving machine is just another normal vehicle on the roadway; which come to think of it in this part of the world, it is. This seems like an entirely appropriate way to end what has been another exciting and some what surreal day.
We started this morning from the chain-up pullout near the last spruce tree. As we got ready to leave for our days drive two 18-wheelers came down from the north, pulled in where we were parked and started removing their chains. This suggested that conditions up the road might be just a little bit difficult. A conversation with one of the truckers confirmed that Atigun Pass - a few miles up the road - had deep snow drifts and that much of the roadway was covered in snow that had been compressed into ice. He made two suggestions - put on chains, and call on the CB radio before heading up the hill to let others know we were coming.