My journey started months in advance... I contacted a few tour operators for guidance and reservations. Since this is a about as north as you go on the paved roads, I was interested in what the tours offered. I also talked with a new colleague that had lived up north to get some recommendations.
Unfortunately, over those some months (and until the day before the trip), I learned that nothing was open... I was coming too early. The cheesy tourist activities closed... the tours, both bus and flights not running yet... UGH!
Yet, Alaska luck was on my side... while at work, after animated stories of my failed tour contacts, a "new" friend offered to act as my tour guide. In fact, several people offered to hang out and show me around. Maybe there was and advantage to being a new face in a community just coming out of the winter freeze!
I then headed "downtown" - and I use that term loosely. It is dead. The locals admit that once Walmart moved into town, downtown died. I found only a few places open that were not bars... I visited the Ice Museum and watched a movie about the annual ice carving festival. I still can't wrap my head around the ice harvesting where they cut a local pond into 3x3ft cubes of perfectly clear water. The creations made from those cubes are pure art...
I made my way to the North Pole, on a mission to speak to Santa on behalf of my nieces. I had clear visions of what the North Pole would look like, none of which was the true vision. Beware wiery traveler, the North Pole is a lonely town less than 15 miles from Fairbanks. It housed a store of holiday decorations, and Santa was "resting" before tourist season. I did reserve a few letters to be sent out to my little ladies - hoping to surprise them with a piece of Santa's land.
That evening, I spent with a Fairbanks local... dinner, a late night movie and a tour of the local neighborhoods. She explained the utility issues outside of town... 80% of Fairbanks residents did not have running water, and how there was no trash removal outside of town.
I seriously questioned why people choose to live there!
Did it! Did it all. And more! My new friend patiently drove me up the Dalton, stopping every time I asked. We stopped at a small creek that was just beginning to thaw, and there I was able to feel the frigid waters (and trust me, it is cold). We saw bear, birds, and small mammals. Honestly, the Arctic was nothing like I expected. It reminded me soooo much of the tops of the Rockies. There were black spruce trees, aspens that had yet to bloom, creeks blocked by beaver dams with the foothills and mountains in the background. Spring was just starting... fireweed had yet to bloom, but wildlife was arriving/waking up.
So, my crazy trip experience behind me... I rolled in the dirt laughing hysterically... my friend was not warned what a magnet I could be for "adventure". He was impressed. I just laughed. Well, laughed and whined about my now very messy state - my leg was solid black... and the day had only begun. At least my shoe wasn't sucked into obvilian
Well, the Arctic is pretty dry - my leg dried before be made it to the Circle mark. We picniced at the sign... and my second adventure almost took off... warning, when you hear grumbling/roaring in the woods, do not enter. We stayed put, and played with the birds. And when we finished we did not go back to the site... a bear was obviously looking to check it out. I, for one, did not want that "experience."
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