I have to admit that I was not at ease when I left Prudhoe Bay yesterday morning; I read so many scary things of this famous route. It was cold, and a drizzle an the muddy road made this very slippery. The tundra was scattered with ponds. The 1444 meter high Atigun pass marked the end of the Arctic coastal plain, and I entered the North Slope. The temperature on top of the pass were below the freezing point, and from now on it became slowly warmer.

Nobody lives here. Suddenly I saw a herd of caribou nearby. Only a few minutes later about half a dozen of cars arrived from nowhere: hunters with bows and arrows. I prefer animals alive, so I quickly shot a few photos and continued my way.

I spent the night in Coldfoot, the only inhabited spot between Prudhoe bay and Fairbanks, and the only place to get fuel on this 800 km long road. Of course the prize is 50% more expensive than in Fairbanks.This post got its name from the gold rush times, where gold diggers, on their way up north, got "cold feet" and turned back.

Today , after passing the Brooks mountain range, I passed the Arctic circle, then entered the boreal forest. Here the road was really bad, and very slippery. I managed not to fall down, but was close several times.

Finally I arrived in North Pole, south of Fairbanks, the city where father Christmas lives! Here I met Kile, a fireman, who showed me around his station.

I must admit that I was not at ease, when I left Prudhoe bay. I heard so many scary things of the Dalton highway. The temperature was close to zero, and a light rain made  the muddy road slippery, so I took a cautious start. After I wile I saw a herd of caribou, and quite some hunters with bow and arrows getting ready. I prefer them alive, so I just took a few photos and continued my way.

I spent the night in Coldfoot, the only inhabited place, and only possibility to fil my tank  on this 800 km long road. Fuel is 50% more expensive as elsewhere of course.

Today I passed the Arctic Circle, and after a last portion of 50 km really bad and very slippery road, it became gradually better. Now I am in North Pole, the city where Father Christmas lives. Here I met Kyle, a local fireman who showed me his station.

Tomorrow I'll try to enter Canada...