$15: Whitefish Campground, Elliott Highway, milepost 11
I haven’t seen the compass direction “South” in so long, I’ve forgotten what it looks like. But’s that just where I headed.
But first, a bit about yesterday’s adventures after I signed off WiFi at the Coldfoot Cafe. From there, I headed north to Wiseman. I stopped within 200 miles of Prudhoe Bay. It was gorgeous, and cruelly, the road was smooth as glass.
This is the last view north I will have on this trip.
Then, I turned around.
Did I mention it was gorgeous? And totally worth the daily headaches of travel. Just me, and millions of gallons of oil being pumped south.
And of course, the ubiquitous Arctic Circle shot:
This morning, I lubed all all the hitch parts for another bumpy ride down to Fairbanks.
You can see what all that friction does to the weight distributing hitch. So, periodically, I grease ’em up.
Why does my navigation think 121 miles will take 6 hours?
Well, maybe because about 80 miles from Fairbanks…
Let me start by saying I’m fine. No blowout. No tow trucks. Just needed a plug in the tire.
Somewhere, I picked up a nail, or one worked its way loose, and I had a slow leak. I have a nice 12-volt air pump, so every 3-5 miles, I add 3-5lb of pressure to the tire. All the way to the nearest campground (Whitefish – see above), where I dumped the trailer, and headed on into Fairbanks to a tire shop without the worry of the trailer. While I was there, I did laundry and filled a propane tank.
It made for a stressful final leg on the Dalton and Elliott Highways as I navigated gravel, and frost heaves, but props to Continental tire – it held enough air to get me to Fairbanks. In three to five-mile segments.
So, between loads at the B&C Laundry, I edited this little video of me heading south.
I guess South will be the new North.