Happy Valley, Deadhorse & The Arctic Ocean Tour (8-27-22 to 8-29-22)

Part 2 of Day 29, and Days 30 & 31 of Lupe’s 2nd Summer of 2022 Dingo Vacation to Canada & Alaska!

8-27-22, 5:30 PM – Following the pilot car for miles through fog and rain, the Dalton Highway was a hideous, sloppy mess.  Despite the wretched conditions, a multitude of heavy equipment was active.  One huge truck after another brought giant loads of coarse gravel destined to help build up the roadbed.  SPHP cringed every time one passed by in the opposite direction slinging mud and rocks.

Our poor, RAV4, SPHP!  It’s only a year old, and taking a beating!

I know, Loop.  Nothing I can do about it.  Only supposed to be 16 miles of this nonsense.  Ought to get to the end of it any day now.

Approaching Slope Mountain (4,010 ft.) a break finally appeared in the clouds.  Partially draped with fog, and partly in sunshine, the mountain was more dramatic than SPHP remembered.  Despite watching for the place where the G6 had been parked back in 2017 when Lupe climbed Slope Mountain, SPHP never saw it.

Back into the rain and fog, the RAV4 was well beyond Slope Mountain by the time the road construction came to an end.

8-27-22, 6:20 PM – A long, threatening growl, then pandemonium in the RAV4, as the American Dingo burst into a foaming-at-the-mouth frenzy!

Woolly cows, SPHP!  Aren’t they supposed to be extinct?  There’s a whole herd of them in the ditch!

Woolly cows?  Those aren’t woolly cows, Loop, they’re musk oxen!

Musk oxen along the Dalton Highway.

Musk oxen?  You’ve mentioned them before, SPHP, but I’ve never seen any until now.  Never knew what they looked like.

Well, musk oxen aren’t such a common sight, Loopster.  You did see one once in Banff, but you probably don’t remember it.  Anyway, I can’t believe we went all the way to Imnavait Mountain (3,702 ft.) and never saw any wildlife other than a few birds and a vole, and now here’s a dozen musk oxen right next to the Dalton Highway!

SPHP pulled the RAV4 over by the side of the highway to watch the musk oxen, but Lupe was so frantic and loud that the whole herd soon began ambling away in search of more peaceful surroundings.

The musk oxen amble off.

Getting to see musk oxen for the first time ever, however briefly, was awesome!  Once they left, though, the question soon became where to spend the night, since it was getting on toward evening.

8-27-22, Happy Valley, Dalton Highway MP 334 – The sky was heavily overcast when SPHP pulled into a giant gravel parking lot.  Supposed to be room to camp here, plus access to the Sagavanirktok River.  Correct on both counts!  The river was dead ahead, and there was space enough for countless vehicles, although only a few were in sight.

Various small buildings, a cluster of campers, and another of old mobile homes were strung out along the perimeter of the huge lot.  The largest building was bright yellow and up on blocks.  A sign with a big yellow smiley face and a red arrow said “Happy Valley Camp Entrance”.

After SPHP parked the RAV4 near tall yellow bushes on the opposite side of the lot, Lupe went over to investigate.  No one around.

At the enormous Happy Valley parking lot.
By Happy Valley Camp headquarters.

Huh.  I don’t know, Looper.  Kind of a strange place.

Returning to the RAV4, Lupe hopped back up onto her pink blanket.  SPHP was getting ready to heat something up for dinner when a young man and a black dog came this way from somewhere over by the river.

Kyle was 23 years old, and had been manager of the Happy Valley Camp for 5 years.  Earlier this year he had bought out the 99 year lease held by the former owner, who apparently wanted out after 2 disastrous years when Covid-19 had completely killed business.

Happy Valley Camp had a total of 40 rooms that Kyle rented out during the summer to oilfield professionals and truckers, plus a cook he’d hired that provided meals for them, but not to the general public.  Kyle also sold aviation fuel to the airstrip operation, which he did not control.  Fortunately, business was much better this year.

Already twice Lupe’s size, Otis was a black lab puppy only 3 months old with gigantic paws.  Otis was ready to leap right into the RAV4, and join Lupe on her next adventure, but the Carolina Dog was decidedly cool to the notion.  Otis had to settle for a Dingo stick provided by SPHP, which he seemed perfectly happy with.

Kyle said it was fine to park here overnight at no charge.  He’d already shut Happy Valley Camp down for the season.  He and Otis would soon be leaving for Anchorage.  Winter is coming!  Kyle said.  Felt like it, too, at dusk in the gloom of the cold, damp fog.  Still August, but summer was long gone.  Already late fall here.

Kyle and Otis eventually left for the bright yellow building.  SPHP heated up a can of chili, but for some reason, Lupe didn’t want any.  She did have a few Ritz crackers before settling in for the night.

8-28-22, 9:33 AM, Happy Valley, Dalton Highway MP 334 –

Fog, rain, or mist!  We certainly have our choice of weather here, SPHP!

So it seems, Looper.  Shall we check out the Sagavanirktok River before we move on?  We’ll be heading out soon.

Wandering over that way, the Sag was as gray and murky as the sky.

Sagavanirktok River at Happy Valley. Photo looks S (upstream).
Downstream view. Photo looks NNE.

Kyle had said that fishing was good on the Sagavanirktok, but Lupe didn’t see any jump.  As quiet as things were with the camp closed, a stroll over to the airstrip didn’t reveal much of interest except a display with some posters about the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.

Arctic National Wildlife RefugeCreation & Purposes
A Northern Landscape
As the Seasons Change

8-28-22, 10:23 AM, Dalton Highway – Back on the road again!  Devouring last night’s scorned chili with apparent relish, the American Dingo then kept a keen eye out for any more woolly cows.

Following the Sagavanirktok River N, the Dalton Highway was wet, but in good shape.  A few miles N of Happy Valley, there was a 10 mile long stretch that was chip sealed, the first pavement since way back at MP 210 a little N of Dillon Mountain (4,820 ft.).

Dalton Highway N of Happy Valley.
Loopster on her pink blanket.

How far to Deadhorse, SPHP?

80 miles from Happy Valley, Looper.  Be there by noon.  Uh-oh!  Dang it!

Uh-oh?  What’s uh-oh, SPHP?

RAV4 got nailed by those gravel trucks in the road construction yesterday, Loop.  Just noticed a crack in the lower L corner of the windshield.  Shoot!  Thought we’d somehow gotten lucky, and made it through that gauntlet unscathed.  If I’d driven even an inch farther R, all the RAV4 would have suffered was a little chipped paint.

Oh, I see it.  That’s a tiny crack, SPHP.  Doesn’t hurt anything.

Yeah, fine for now, but it’ll spread.  Going to need a whole new windshield at some point.  Guess it’s just a risk we take coming up here, Loopster.  Nothing to be done about it.

The only other time Lupe had been to Deadhorse back in 2017, the last 54 miles of the Dalton Highway had all been under construction.  What a difference!  Today it was all beautifully paved – striped and everything!

On the beautiful new final 54 mile section of the Dalton Highway. Evil new windshield crack (lower L).

Wow!  This is awesome!  Cruising in style now, Looper!

Hey, SPHP!  Isn’t that a pingo way off to the L?

Oh, I bet your right, Loop!  A pretty big one, too.  Let’s stop real quick for a look.  Haven’t seen a pingo since we were in Tuktoyaktuk!

A pingo (Center) in the distance.
The mighty pingo as seen with help from the telephoto lens.

8-28-22, 11:48 AM, 42ºF, Dalton Highway MP 414, Deadhorse – On this damp, gray day, Lupe stood at a “T” intersection with Lake Colleen in view beyond her for the first time in 5 years.

Lake Colleen at the end of the Dalton Highway.

Congratulations, Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood!  You’ve made it back to the N end of the Dalton Highway!

Thank you, SPHP!  Been a while, hasn’t it?  To make it completely official, though, shouldn’t we go to the Prudhoe Bay General Store over by Brooks Camp?

Precisely the plan, Looper.

Deadhorse from the end of the Dalton Highway. Lake Colleen (L), Aurora Hotel (yellow building L of Center).
By the End of the Dalton Highway sign outside the Prudhoe Bay General Store.

After posing by the “Welcome to the End of the Dalton Highway” sign at the Prudhoe Bay General Store, the Carolina Dog sauntered over for a look at the nearby Crazy Horse Industrial Pad.

Checking out the Crazy Horse Industrial Pad.

Fueling up the RAV4 was the next priority.  They were proud of their fuel at the Colville Gas Station.  SPHP was just happy that there was gasoline available.  Fortunately, the RAV4 wasn’t too thirsty.

At the Coleville gas station.
Beats walking!

What now, SPHP?  Our traditional Deadhorse industrial tour?

If you can call twice a tradition already, Loop, but first, since we’re back to civilization again, how about something to eat?  I’ll bring you something from the buffet at The Aurora, if you like.

Sounds good, SPHP!  If they’ve got any barbecued beef ribs like at Coldfoot Camp, bring me some of those.

I’ll see what I can do, Loopster.

Arriving at The Aurora Hotel.
Engine block heater plugins for winter use. 8 miles from the Arctic Ocean, Deadhorse gets a mite chilly!

8-28-22, 12:35 PM, at the Aurora Hotel in Deadhorse –  The lunch buffet was only $18.00, tax included.  A fabulous deal, but apparently they eat lunch early in the oil patch.  The beautiful, spacious dining room was empty, and SPHP alone at the buffet.

Sadly, no barbecued beef ribs for Lupe, but there was lots of other great stuff to choose from.  SPHP loaded up a big tray, then sat by one of the huge picture windows with a view of Lake Colleen.

It was all delicious!  Only the fact that they began tearing the buffet down at 1:00 PM sharp kept SPHP from being a tremendous glutton.

Took long enough, SPHP!  What did you bring me?  Lots of scrumptious ribs, I hope!

No ribs, I’m afraid, Loop, but look at this!  Got a few things I think you’ll enjoy during our Deadhorse industrial tour this afternoon.

The Carolina Dog’s eyes grew big as SPHP opened a Styrofoam doggie box full of ham, cheese, and roast beef.

8-28-22, 1:54 PM – An industrial camp serving the Prudhoe Bay oilfields near the Arctic Ocean, Deadhorse has no business district, virtually no shopping, and no private homes.  Touring Deadhorse meant touring all kinds of industrial establishments offering oilfield supplies, equipment, or services, and going by the few hotels where the workers live.

Oil rigs.
Some big cranes.
The Arctic Oilfield Hotel.
The golf course with 2 giant golf balls. Oilfield workers don’t play mini-golf.

Deadhorse isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.  When Loopster first visited the Brooks Range in 2016, quite a few people described Alaska’s North Slope as boring, and Deadhorse as just an ugly industrial place.  Not worth the time and expense to get here!

Some sort of snow cats?
Lots of trucks, of course.

Having worked in heavy industry, SPHP felt differently.  Deadhorse, and its demanding jobs in such a remote, harsh climate, seemed more like an exciting opportunity and adventure.

Lupe shared some of SPHP’s enthusiasm for the North Slope, but wasn’t all that keen on the industrial side of Deadhorse, although she willingly participated in today’s tour between tasty tidbits from The Aurora.

SPHP drove every road open to the public in Deadhorse, including the one that went all the way around Lake Colleen.

Tanker trucks and stacks of industrial containers.
An oilfield.
Lake Colleen.

For the most part, Deadhorse looked remarkably similar to how it had been during Lupe’s 2017 visit, but there were some changes.  The Alaska Airlines terminal at the airport seemed to be closed.  The Prudhoe Bay Hotel across the street was closed, too.

Nothing going on at the Alaska Airlines terminal.
A note on the Prudhoe Bay hotel door dated 7-1-21 said it was temporarily closed.
A small charter plane near the airport.

These days, all the action at the airport seemed to be originating over at the Deadhorse Aviation Center down the street from the Alaska Airlines terminal, but SPHP didn’t go inside to find out if that was really the case.

The Deadhorse Aviation Center.

There aren’t that many streets in Deadhorse.  Even at a leisurely pace, Lupe’s industrial tour took only a little over an hour.

Oilfield pipe.

8-28-22, 3:04 PM, Deadhorse

Happy, SPHP?  Is the industrial tour over?

Yes.  Enjoyed seeing it all again, Loopster.  Thanks for being a good sport!

Great!  Can we get to the fun stuff then, and visit the Sagavanirktok River?

Pretty soon.  I want to check on tours available at Deadhorse Camp, first.

You already did the Arctic Ocean tour as my personal representative in 2017, SPHP.

Yeah, I know, but I’d like to see what else they might have to offer.

The Sagivanirktok River was right along the Dalton Highway on the way into Deadhorse.  Deadhorse Camp was, too.  One of the first buildings on the L entering Deadhorse, it used to be a sickly yellow, but was now sporting brand new dark red siding.

At Deadhorse Camp, home of the Arctic Ocean Tour.

8-28-22, 3:17 PM, Deadhorse Camp – Took SPHP a few minutes to realize that the entrance stairway had been switched to the opposite end of the building since Lupe had last been here.  The American Dingo waited in the RAV4 while SPHP went inside.

So what did they say, SPHP?  Did you sign up for a tour?

The only tour they can book here in Deadhorse is the same Arctic Ocean tour I went on in 2017.

Oh, too bad, SPHP!  Can we go to the Sagavanirktok River now?

Sure, for a while, Loop.  Have to report back here between 5:00 and 6:00 PM.  They should have an answer back by then on whether I pass muster on the security check they’re running on me.

What?  You’re taking the Arctic Ocean tour again, SPHP?

Yup!  Why not?  How often are we ever going to be this close to the Arctic Ocean, anyway?  The price is still only $69.00!  Hasn’t changed since 2017, so a super bargain.  Besides, I’ve got unfinished business with this tour.

What kind of unfinished business, SPHP?

Last time it never even occurred to me that I could go swimming in the Arctic Ocean.  We were already there when I realized what the stack of white towels that were in the bus were for.  I wasn’t prepared, and had to settle for just wading in the ocean.  This time, I’m going to swim in the Arctic Ocean, Looper!

And I suppose I still get left out, aye, SPHP?  Still no Dingoes allowed on the tour?

Afraid so, Loopster.  Back to being your personal representative again.  I did ask, and told them you wouldn’t be any trouble at all, but they said no.

8-28-22, 4:00 PM – The mood at the Sagavanirktok River was completely different from what it had been in 2017.  Back then there’d been a little sunshine, the sky only partly cloudy.  A small crowd was present.  People in wet suits had been tubing down the river, and some optimistic soul had spent a frustrating hour trying to fly a green kite despite an almost non-existent breeze.  The atmosphere had been rather festive.

Except for a lone pickup truck with a green camper, no one was around today.  Although no longer raining or misting, the sky was completely overcast.

By the Sagavanirktok River.
Today’s burgeoning crowd at the Sagavanirktok. Green camper (L).

Lupe still spent a wonderful late afternoon along the Sagivanirktok River.  Some sort of unseen marmots or Arctic prairie dogs were living in holes in the tundra.  One in particular inhabited a 40 foot long steel pipe that had a 3rd hole in it 10 feet from the river end.

Perfectly safe in its steel fortress, the marmot squeaked enticingly from within, as Lupe frantically tried to dig out the entire pipe, doomed to failure from the start.  None of that mattered to the determined Dingo.  Although SPHP managed to divert her attention with walks along the river, Lupe always insisted on returning to her pipeline excavation.

Happily occupied along the Sagavanirktok River.
On an upstream walk.
Relaxing by the Sag.

Upstream the river was well contained by a steep bank where occasional piers of rock extended partway out into the main channel.  Downstream, there was more opportunity to explore the water’s edge.  At this time of year, the Sag was low with lots of exposed river bottom to sniff.

Heading off to explore the downstream region.
By water’s edge.
Looking back upstream.
Deadhorse from the Sagavanirktok River.

8-28-22, 4:47 PM – A group of ptarmigans were in the parking lot when SPHP parked the RAV4 at Deadhorse Camp again.  Despite arriving a bit earlier than told to, they already had an answer back.  Once again, the United States was willing to take a chance on letting SPHP ride the Arctic Ocean tour bus.  Dingoes were still too big a threat to national security.

Ptarmigans at the Deadhorse Camp parking lot.

Probably think you’re an Australian spy, Looper.

Not buying that I’m an American Dingo, aye?  You should have told them that I was a Carolina Dog, SPHP!

In any case, the die was cast.  SPHP was booked on the tour leaving at 8:30 AM tomorrow morning.  After leaving Deadhorse Camp, Lupe got to spend the rest of the evening along the Sagavanirktok River.  Even the green camper was long gone.

8-29-22, the wee hours, Sagavanirktok River – 41ºF, but the night seemed cold, raw, and damp.  The lights of Deadhorse were beautiful in the fog.  SPHP couldn’t sleep with the impending test of sanity and self-discipline only hours away.  Swim in the Arctic Ocean?  Inconceivable!  The shame of chickening out wasn’t exactly a grand prospect, either.  Under cover of darkness, SPHP changed into a bathing suit before bundling up again.

8-29-22, 5:18 AM, Sagavanirktok River – Starting to get light out.  Lupe wanted out of the RAV4 to sniff the morning air.  Still foggy.  During the short drive to The Aurora a few minutes later, she had some Taste of the Wild from her silver bowl.

The breakfast buffet was going great guns at this hour.  SPHP enjoyed a very hearty meal.  Still only $15.00.  Same price as in 2017.  What a steal!

Bring me anything, SPHP?

You know I did, Loopster!  You can munch on it while we take a last spin around Lake Colleen.

Bacon and sausage patties!  Another fantastic tour of Lake Colleen!

Back at the Sagavanirktok River, there was no sky, only fog, but Lupe could see the river.  A bird that looked part duck, part loon was floating by.  This bird had a disturbingly strange cry like a cat in distress – mew, mew, mew!  Other ducks responded, paddling over to it, but the catbird wasn’t actually hurt.  Another bird of the same type with the same cry soon flew off in apparently perfect health.

The catbird.

8-29-22, 7:34 AM, Deadhorse Camp, 40ºF – Tyler, a young man, verified that SPHP was on the Arctic Ocean tour list, then accepted the required $69.00, which SPHP paid in cash.  Molly, who also worked here, said she wanted to meet Lupe when the tour was over.  She missed her dog.

Tyler turned out to be the tour guide and shuttle bus driver.  After a short wait while others arrived, everyone boarded the bus.  Lupe, of course, had to stay in the RAV4.  7 people were on the tour, including SPHP.  A lively group, they made it fun, peppering Tyler with questions during the drive through the oilfields.

To SPHP, the most interesting comment Tyler made was that the Alaska oil pipeline now only carries about 300,000 barrels of oil per day, an 85% decrease from its heyday when 2,000,000 barrels was normal.

8-29-22, 8:47 AM, Arctic Ocean at Prudhoe Bay – Although visibly eroded, the spit of gravelly land next to where Tyler parked the shuttle bus was instantly recognized by SPHP.  This was the exact same place where the 2017 Arctic Ocean tour had wound up.

The Arctic Ocean.

Tyler referred to this spit as a “dock” that had been built on barrels still rusting away at its far end.

Arctic Ocean from the end of the “dock”.

The moment of truth was at paw!  Proceeding without hesitation, SPHP was not alone stripping down to a swimsuit.

Can’t think about this, or it will never happen!  SPHP was first, leading the way into the Arctic Ocean.  The ocean was shallow.  It was quite a trek out to where it was finally mid-thigh.

C’ya all!  I’m swimming to Russia!

Plunging in, SPHP completely submerged, getting a taste of salt water in the process.  The swim to Russia had scarcely begun, when SPHP shot out of the water with one great whoop, then proceeded to wade back into shore, clutching a souvenier rock torn from the ocean floor.  The rock was a perfectly ordinary, rounded, greenish stone, but it would do.  SPHP hadn’t the slightest intention of seeking out a better one.

At least 2 other tour members also swam, however briefly, in the Arctic Ocean.  All but one at least waded in a ways.  Everyone was laughing and talking about how great it was!  A couple from Colombia hugged with joy at having made it all this way.  It really was a great moment, a landmark in time.  SPHP’s only regret was that Lupe wasn’t there, too.

Fellow tour members still cavorting in Prudhoe Bay.

Tyler passed out white towels from a cardboard box.  Took a little while before everyone was dried off and adequately layered up again.

Tour guide, Tyler, appropriately dressed on the R, as the tour winds down.
The shuttle bus (R of Center) from the end of the spit.
Last glance at the Arctic Ocean before departing.

On the way back to Deadhorse Camp, a red fox was spotted roaming the oil patch.  There’d been foxes during the 2017 Arctic Ocean tour, too.

Upon reaching Deadhorse Camp, Tyler passed out an “Arctic Polar Bear Club Certificate of Membership for braving the icy waters of the Arctic Ocean at Prudhoe Bay, Alaska!” to everyone on the tour who had dared stick a toe in the water.  Dated August 29, 2022, it was personally signed by Tyler making it all official.

Molly came out to meet and pet Lupe at the RAV4, too.  Lupe was happy with all the attention Molly gave her, and joined SPHP during good-byes and bon voyages with fellow tour members.

So, how did it go, SPHP?  Glad you’re here, but I wasn’t expecting you back quite this soon.  What was Russia like?

Experienced a sudden change of heart about swimming to Russia shortly after plunging in, Loop.  Never actually got there.

Well, as my personal representative, you did at least go swimming in the Arctic Ocean for me, didn’t you?

Oh, yes!  Yes, I did, Loopster!  For quite a few nanoseconds.  A good dozen or more, I’d say.

That isn’t very long is it, SPHP?  I can hardly go around boasting that the Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood’s personal representative swam in the Arctic Ocean for 12 nanoseconds, can I?

I suppose not, Loop, but that’s a good thing!

Oh, really?  In what way, SPHP?

Now we’ve got a reason to come back to Deadhorse again!  Next time I can work on my Arctic Ocean swimming endurance for you.  Pretty sure I can shatter today’s record.

8-29-22, 10:34 AM, Sagavanirktok River – SPHP had another walk along the Sag in mind, but didn’t get far.  Lupe had other ideas, preferring to stick her nose down Arctic prairie dog holes instead.  That was OK, it was her turn for fun.  SPHP enjoyed watching her enthusiasm, and admiring the mighty Sag, as gray as the sky.

Back at the Sagavanirktok River.
Sniffing near the Sag.

8-29-22, 11:42 AM, 43ºF – 24 hours after arriving, still in a gray fog, Lupe left Deadhorse on the beautiful 54 mile long new stretch of the Dalton Highway.  Before departure there’d been one more visit to the Prudhoe Bay General Store near Brooks Camp so SPHP could buy a few souvenirs in addition to the green rock plucked from the Arctic Ocean for Lupe’s rock collection.

The fog lifted.  Vast regions of golden tundra were in view.  Although many adventures were still ahead, there was a sadness to heading S again.  SPHP couldn’t shake the feeling that an epic journey had reached its climax back along the foggy Sagavanirktok River in Deadhorse.

The sadness only got worse when Lupe spotted a lone caribou.  Soon 8 were seen on a hillside, but bow hunters in camouflage appeared ready to slaughter them.  Terrible!

Passing Happy Valley, it’s bright yellow headquarters could be seen from the highway, and it did seem a more cheerful place.  No doubt Kyle and Otis were still there for a few more days, busy winterizing the facilities.

Another herd of musk oxen was a special treat.  Grazing quite a long way from the highway over by the Sagavanirktok River, they were too far off to inspire the same frenzied reaction from the Carolina Dog that the ones in the ditch had 2 days ago.

Woolly cows again!

SPHP was disappointed when both Slope Mountain (4,010 ft.) and Imnavait Mountain (3,702 ft.) turned out to be hidden by clouds.  Only their lower slopes were in view.

Approaching Galbraith Lake near the N edge of the Brooks Range, the Dalton Highway was dry for the first time in days.  A fair amount of blue sky was around, too.

Galbraith Lake seems to be the only dry spot in the entire Brooks Range and North Slope!  Want to stay at the campground again, Loop?

8-29-22, 4:15 PM, Galbraith Lake Campground, Dalton Highway MP 275 – The American Dingo was all for that idea!  And why not?  It was already a favorite spot.  Lupe spent much of the evening having a blast exploring the tundra W of the campground.

Investigating beneath boulders W of Galbraith Lake campground. Photo looks E.

Lupe had been here 4 nights ago.  SPHP noticed a certain chill in the air, and that the fall colors were no longer quite as brilliant as they had been so recently.  Yet if this weather would hold, the American Dingo was in for another incredible Brooks Range adventure tomorrow.

Unfortunately, after wandering until distant lights were visible over by the Galbraith airstrip and on the Dalton Highway, this peaceful evening out on the tundra ended with the mountains all hidden by clouds and fog moving in.  A sad thought – maybe this was it for the Brooks Range, after all?  (11:15 PM)

Happy times along the Sagavanirktok River, Deadhorse, Alaska 8-29-22

Links:

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Deadhorse, Alaska – The Arctic Ocean Tour & Sagavanirktok River Walk (8-21-17)

Arctic Ocean Shuttle Tour from Deadhorse Camp

BLM Dalton Highway Visitor Guide

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Imnavait Mountain, North Slope, Alaska (8-26-22)

Day 28 & Part 1 of Day 29 of Lupe’s 2nd Summer of 2022 Dingo Vacation to Canada & Alaska!

8-26-22, 9:25 AM, 53ºF, Dalton Highway, roughly MP 291 –  Uh-oh!  The pilot car was slowing down and pulling over.

You can’t walk here!  This is an active construction zone.  You can walk on the tundra.  Get off the highway!

No problem!  Intended to leave it in just a couple more minutes, but we’ll get off it right now.

Where do you think you’re going, anyway?

SPHP waved a pole N.  Imnavait!

Evidently surprised, the pilot car lady smiled.

Oh!  Well, have fun!

We will!  Our car is parked 100 feet off the highway along the side road back on that last hill.  Is it OK to leave it there?

That’s fine!

Pilot car lady smiled again, waving as she drove off.  Lupe left the N side of the Dalton Highway as the line of cars and huge trucks following the pilot car began streaming by.

Down on the tundra, SPHP consulted the topo map again.  Scarcely any contours at all on it for a long way, but SPHP was 99% certain Lupe was in the right place.

Well, shucks, Loop.  Hoped we wouldn’t have to leave the Dalton until we got to the next rise, but this will do.  At least we got E of the river before getting kicked off.  Shouldn’t have to ford anything now.

So we head N from here to the big hill we saw from the highway, SPHP?

Pretty much it, Loopster.  Only 0.5 mile to HP2810.  Imnavait ought to be in sight from there again.  This is either going to be awesome or ghastly.  Should know which soon enough.  If it’s too bad, we’ll cut our losses and retreat.  Sure hope we don’t have to do that, though.  Been waiting for this moment for 5 years, ever since you climbed Slope Mountain (4,010 ft.).

After starting a GPS track, it was Onward!  Puppy, ho!

8-26-22, earlier at the Galbraith Lake Campground – The morning had started out a little iffy.  The Carolina Dog woke to a uniformly overcast sky, and rain on the RAV4.  Didn’t amount to much, though.  Hardly even got the ground wet before it was over and done with.  Uncertain what was going to happen, SPHP got the pack ready, just in case.

8-26-22, 8:03 AM, 50ºF – Lupe was on her way.  Things were looking up!  Off to the SE, the sun was trying to break through the clouds, and a big patch of blue sky was to the N.  Returning to the Dalton Highway, SPHP turned N.  After going up the first big hill, sunlight was on the tundra by Lake 2892 at the edge of the North Slope.

Lake 2892 N of the Brooks Range at the edge of the North Slope. Photo looks WSW.

The Dalton Highway turned E at Toolik Lake.  A few miles later, SPHP ran into road construction.  16 miles of it!  Loopster didn’t need to go anywhere near that far.  Imnavait Mountain (3,702 ft.) was already in sight.  The best place to start for it was only 3 or 4 miles farther, from a ridge in Section 21 between a tributary of the Kuparuk River to the W, and the Toolik River to the E.

The road construction messed up that plan.  When a side road appeared on the R (S) at a ridge 0.75 mile W of the intended starting point, SPHP had abandoned the pilot car queue.  The RAV4 could stay here, as later confirmed by the pilot car lady.  And that was how Lupe had wound up trotting E along a forbidden stretch of the Dalton Highway.

Imnavait Mountain (R) from the Dalton Highway. Photo looks N with help from the telephoto lens.
Parked along the side road in the SE corner of Section 20. Photo looks S.

8-26-22, 9:55 AM – Imnavait Mountain came back into sight well before Lupe reached HP2810, which was scarcely identifiable as any particular point out on the vast tundra plain.  Lupe’s first objective, the Alaska oil pipeline, was in view, too, much closer than Imnavait.  Looking back S, big trucks rumbled along the highway in the region originally intended for the Carolina Dog’s departure.  They’d soon be left far behind.

HP2901 (L) and Imnavait Mountain (R) come back into view. Photo looks N.
A glimpse back at trucks on the Dalton Highway. Photo looks S.

Important information had been already been gleaned during the initial short trek since leaving the highway.  As expected, the tundra was nearly all tussocky, which made for rather slow going.  On the bright side, these tussocks weren’t as big as feared.  Better yet, the holes surrounding them were usually relatively dry, instead of full of stagnant water.  Happily, no bugs to speak of, a situation perhaps aided by the S breeze.

Grassy and green areas were to be avoided.  That was a sign of water.  Lupe had already passed several miniature swamps.  Reaching another one, SPHP pointed toward a long ridge off to the NE.

See the high point toward the R end of that big ridge, Loop?

Of course!  We aren’t going way over there, are we, SPHP?

Already did, Loopster.  That’s Slope Mountain (4,010 ft.)!  For 5 years now, it’s been the peak farthest N of any significant size that you’ve ever climbed.  If we get to Imnavait Mountain (3,702 ft.) today, you’ll set a new personal record!

Slope Mountain (R) in the distance from a water hole. Photo looks NE.

Imnavait can’t be much farther N than Slope Mountain, SPHP.

No, it isn’t, Looper.  Only 1.5 miles.  Not as high, either.  On the other paw, getting to Imnavait is a much more daring enterprise.  Slope Mountain is a mere day hike, but the journey to Imnavait is 8 or 9 miles one way from the Dalton Highway.  That’s no day hike!  At least, not for us among all these tussocks.

So we’re staying out overnight at Imnavait Mountain, SPHP?

Yup, I’ve got your tiny house with us.

Camping out overnight on a mountain N of the Brooks Range way out on the North Slope of Alaska?  That sounds awesome, SPHP!

Yeah, I’m excited, Loopster!  Who knows what we’ll see?  If it weren’t for our new iPhone and the Peakbagger.com app allowing us to record a GPS track, we probably wouldn’t even dare attempt this.

Why is that, SPHP?

You’ve seen how foggy this territory can be, Loop.  Fog might sweep in and stay for days out here.  Would be so easy to wind up hopelessly lost on the trackless tundra with virtually no significant landmarks for miles on end.

8-26-22, 10:18 AM, 52ºF – Reaching the Alaska oil pipeline, the GPS track said that Lupe had traveled 1.2 miles since leaving the Dalton Highway.  Following the pipeline E to the top of a very broad, gently rounded ridge, it was time for a short break.  So far, the only wildlife Lupe had seen was a flight of 9 gray birds with white wings she’d accidentally scared up.

Pondering the vast distance still remaining between the pipeline and Imnavait Mountain, SPHP wondered what else might be out here?

Imnavait Mountain (Center) from the Alaska oil pipeline. Photo looks N.
By the Alaska oil pipeline. Photo looks ENE.

Keep your ears, eyes, and nose alert, Loop!  Might see caribou or musk ox!

Maybe a polar bear, SPHP!

Not sure polar bears stray this far S of the ocean, Looper, but who knows?

Everything had gone well thus far, although what blue sky there’d been at the start was gone now.  However, the uniform gray clouds didn’t look at all threatening.  As long as the wind stayed out of the S, SPHP didn’t anticipate much of a change.

Well, guess this is it, Loop!  Ready to leave this last vestige of civilization, and continue N?

The American Dingo apparently had no qualms about it, setting off N across the tundra again.

8-26-22, 11:43 AM, 1 mile SSE of HP2626 – 2.9 miles in, according to the GPS track, Lupe came to a caribou skull with antlers at the top of a small rise.  It looked very old, and almost seemed as if it had been deliberately placed here as a landmark.

Since leaving the Alaska oil pipeline, the entire trek N had become a game of trying to avoid the worst of the tussocks, with mixed success.

Lupe didn’t like the tussocks, and had just plodded along behind SPHP much of the way.  Unsurprisingly, parts of the tundra were wet.  SPHP’s boots and socks were soaked through now, both unavoidable and to be expected.  Lately there had been some slightly higher, drier ground.  Brilliant red alpine bearberries often marked the best terrain.

Among the alpine bearberries. Imnavait Mountain (Center). Photo looks S with help from the telephoto lens.
By the ancient caribou skull. Imnavait Mountain (Center). Photo looks S.

Beyond the caribou skull, progress was good on firm ground for a little way, but Lupe soon came to more tussocky territory again.  The tussocks weren’t terrible, and eventually, after passing a tiny pond, the American Dingo reached “Cherry Butte”.  This 10 foot high hill was grassy on top, and richly cloaked with bright red alpine bearberries on its sides.

At a tiny pond. HP2626 (Center) with Imnavait Mountain beyond. Photo looks N.
On Cherry Butte. Imnavait Mountain (L), HP2626 (L of Center). Photo looks N.
W end of the Slope Mountain region (Center) from Cherry Butte. Photo looks NNE.

HP2626 was only a short distance beyond Cherry Butte.  Several small ridges provided firm support in this area.  Glad to be rid of the tussocks, Lupe took off racing across the tundra, sniffing and exploring with great enthusiasm.  Didn’t last long, though.  After passing HP2626, a gradual downhill march led right back to a vast, golden plain of tussocks flecked with red that seemingly extended clear to Imnavait Mountain.

The Brooks Range (on the horizon) from HP2626. Photo looks SSW.
Imnavait Mountain from the endless tussock plain N of HP2626. Photo looks N.

8-26-22, 12:53 PM, at a boulder – Scattered isolated boulders were about the only feature of the endless plain.  Weary of the tussocks, Lupe was trying to doze next to one.  Per the GPS track, she was 4.3 miles in now, about halfway to the base of Imnavait Mountain.

The American Dingo hadn’t seen any more wildlife, just bits and pieces of caribou bones and antlers that were so old, it was almost as if caribou were now extinct. Once in a while a bird would twitter, but none were flying.  Sort of disappointing that there wasn’t any more than that this far from the highway.

So far, no real change in the weather.  A few drops of rain had fallen, but that was it.  Except way back S near the Brooks Range, the sky remained completely overcast.

8-26-22, 1:50 PM, 5.4 miles in, Split Rock – No avoiding the tussocks.  They were everywhere!  Crossing a long flat stretch, a 3 foot high boulder had been visible from quite a distance.  Upon arrival, Lupe found it cracked in two, earning this readily identifiable boulder the nickname Split Rock.

At Split Rock.

The S breeze was diminishing, the sky brighter now.  Definitely getting closer to Imnavait Mountain.  Beneath the clouds, the mountain was dark gray, with bands of tan toward its steeper E end.  Lower and middle slopes appeared dark red, a maroon color that must be vegetation.

8-26-22, 2:46 PM, 6.6 miles in, Gnat Rock –  Lupe stood atop another lone boulder that had been visible from a long way off as she’d started up a gradual slope.  Still nothing but tussocks and spongy tundra all this way.

Up to this point, SPHP had seen only 3 mosquitoes, but the S breeze had now completely faded away.  The air was calm, and there were lots more mosquitoes here.  They weren’t the worst of it, though.  Annoying clouds of gnats prevented Lupe from staying here more than a few minutes.

On Gnat Rock. Hills of the Itigaknit Mountain group beyond. Photo looks W.

8-26-22, 3:13 PM – After leaving Gnat Rock, the gradual slope Lupe had been climbing eventually topped out.  The ground was drier, rockier, and tussock-free for a little way.  A second caribou skull and antlers sat at a high point facing S, lending credence to SPHP’s theory that these caribou skulls had been deliberately placed.

Imnavait Mountain from the 2nd caribou skull and antlers. Photo looks N.

Shortly after passing this 2nd caribou skull and antlers, a small lake S of Imnavait Mountain came into view.  The low point of the entire trek was a wet, bushy drainage that had to be crossed W of the lake.

After successfully crossing the drainage, the tussocks encountered as the Carolina Dog started up the long slope leading to the base of Imnavait Mountain were the biggest and most difficult to deal with yet.

Approaching the lake. Photo looks N.
W end of the Slope Mountain region (L) from W of the lake. Photo looks ENE.

8-26-22, 4:16 PM, 8.8 miles in, base of Imnavait Mountain – After trudging partway up the lower S slope, SPHP was happy to finally dump the pack.  Still cloudy and calm.  Gnats were an annoyance here, too, but nowhere near as bad as they’d been at Gnat Rock.

Lupe was only a little way up Imnavait Mountain’s S slope, but the scene back to the S was stunning!  The gently rolling tundra plain was all gold, green, and brown.  Splotches of yellow were in the distance along the Kuparuk River valley.  On the far horizon, the Brooks Range formed a jagged blue line below the pale gray sky.

The lower slopes of Imnavait Mountain were the most colorful of all!  Lupe stood on a flat spot brightly decorated in red, orange, and green.

Brooks Range (horizon), Kuparuk River valley (Center & R). Photo looks S.

Wow!  Looks like we’ve come a long way now, doesn’t it, Loopster?  Made it to Imnavait Mountain, though!  I can hardly believe it.  Beef jerky?

Thought the tussocks would never end, SPHP!  And yes, to that last thing.

At the break spot on the lower S slope of Imnavait Mountain. Photo looks NW.

The beef jerky was tasty, but suffered from a depressingly short half life.

Feels good resting here, but I suppose we ought to keep going, Loop.  Still a long way to the summit, and we better get there this evening while we can see something.  Might easily wake up to fog tomorrow.  Would be tragic to come all this way, and not get to see the North Slope from the top.

Onward then, SPHP!

Heading N, then NNE, the climb up Imnavait Mountain’s S slope was only moderately steep.  No tussocks, but there was some spongy tundra to deal with on the lower slopes.  As Lupe got higher, the ground became firmer and rockier.  Tremendous beauty was everywhere!  Imnavait Mountain was all decked out in brilliant fall colors.

On Imnavait Mountain’s beautiful S slope. Photo looks WNW.
Entering rockier terrain. Not as steep here. Photo looks N.
On a red and green Christmas carpet leading higher. Photo looks NNE.  

The initial climb was the steepest.  After gaining 500 feet of elevation, the rate of climb diminished.  Vegetation began thinning out, too.  Eventually Lupe came to slope that was all rock.  Scrambling up it, she reached an almost level plain.  Superimposed on this plain, a 30 foot high platform of rock was immediately ahead.

Looking S again as the rate of climb diminishes. Kind of hazy out there now.
Approaching the rocky slope. Photo looks NNE.
An easy scramble higher. Photo looks NNW.
On the upper S ridge plain. 30 foot high platform (L), N ridge and true summit (R) in the distance. Photo looks N.

Let’s have a look around from up on that platform, Looper!

8-26-22, 5:36 PM, Imnavait Mountain, W high point of the S ridge – A quick, easy scramble got Lupe up onto a flat patch of grass on top of the 30 foot tall platform.  Beyond the grass, a long rocky slope descended gradually W.  That was the way to HP2901, if the Carolina Dog wound up being ambitious enough to explore way over to it at some point.

Both Itigaknit Lake and Toolik Lake, plus quite a few smaller ones, were visible off to the SW.

Toolik Lake (L) in the distance. Itigaknit Lake (R) beyond Lupe. Photo looks SW.

Think this platform is the high point we’ve been seeing from afar, Loop.

Clearly not the true summit, though, SPHP.  There’s higher stuff around.

That’s right, Loopster.  Imnavait Mountain (3,702 ft.) is shaped sort of like a horseshoe, with the opening to the W.  Two big ridges are connected by a saddle at the E end.  The true summit is another 350 feet higher over on the N ridge.  We’re just at the W high point on the S ridge.  The S ridge summit is that bare hill 0.5 mile E.

Summit of Imnavait Mountain’s S ridge (R of Center) from the 30 foot high platform. Photo looks E.

So are we going to go over to the S ridge summit before continuing on to the true summit, SPHP?

Might as well, Loop.  It’s actually right on the way to the saddle connecting to the N ridge.

Final moments up on the 30 foot platform before continuing on to the S ridge summit. Photo looks NW.

The S ridge was very wide.  Most of it was an almost level plain of scree as Lupe headed E.  However, less than halfway to the S ridge summit, the American Dingo came to a region of much larger rocks where she lost 40 feet of elevation.  The rest of the way to the S ridge summit was an easy grind higher on small scree.

Summit of the S ridge (L of Center) from the edge of the 40 foot descent. Slope Mountain (R) in the distance. Photo looks E.

8-26-22, 5:59 PM, 10.0 miles in, Imnavait Mountain, S ridge summit – The S ridge summit was a huge flat area devoid of vegetation, entirely covered with small stones.  SPHP was surprised to see a very broad lower bench sweeping all around the S and E sides.  This high point was toward the SE end of the entire mountain, but not near any sharp edge.

On the S ridge summit. Slope Mountain (R) in the distance. Photo looks E.
Brooks Range from the S ridge summit. Photo looks S.

Well, shucks!  There goes my dream of pitching your tiny house right up at the true summit of Imnavait Mountain, Loop.  Too rocky here.  Presume it will be there, too.

If we find a soft spot anywhere along the way, we ought to take it, SPHP.

Sounds like good advice, Loop.  Hoping we’ll see some nice, flat tundra down in the saddle leading to the N ridge.

Back to the W, the 30 foot high platform was still in sight with hills of the Itigaknit Mountain (3,293 ft.) group visible beyond it.  However, at the moment, Imnavait Mountain’s N ridge was of more immediate interest.  The N ridge looked mostly gray or tan from here, with large patches of yellow vegetation fringed with red.  Still 300 feet higher, it had a layered look about it, with the layers gradually rising to the E.

30 foot high platform (L) from the S ridge summit. HP2901 (R). Photo looks WNW.
The N ridge, site of Imnavait Mountain’s true summit. Photo looks N.

Heading NNE, Lupe left the S ridge summit in a 10 mph W breeze and light rain, ultimately losing 250 feet of elevation on the way down to the saddle leading to the N ridge.  The scenic descent was a mix of tundra, and steeper, rocky slopes.  The Carolina Dog enjoyed beautiful views of Slope Mountain (4,010 ft.) E of the Toolik River valley, and a collection of small lakes to the NE out on the North Slope.

Heading down to the saddle (R). Imnavait Mountain N ridge (L). Photo looks N.
Slope Mountain (Center) beyond the Toolik River valley. Photo looks E.
Lake 2372 (L) in the foreground. Photo looks NE.
Closing in on the saddle (R). N ridge (L). Photo looks N.

The route the American Dingo would be taking from the saddle NW to the true summit was in view the whole way.  Looked like an easy climb up a series of benches.  The biggest bench halfway up would involve a fairly steep scramble, but SPHP was confident Lupe wouldn’t have any trouble with it.

Upon reaching the saddle leading to the N ridge, Lupe turned N.  The enormous saddle was a mix of tundra and rocky terrain that sloped W.  Approaching the N ridge, SPHP dropped the pack at a spot where there was plenty of tundra.  Sort of lumpy, but soft enough.  It would do.

In the saddle leading to the N ridge (L). Photo looks NNW.

8-26-22, 6:50 PM, 10.8 miles in, Imnavait Mountain, near the N end of the saddle between the N and S ridges –

You’re not even going to set up the tiny house, SPHP?

Not yet, Loop.  Just going to leave it here for now, since I don’t think there’s any reason to cart it clear up to the true summit and back.  So cloudy out that we better keep going while we can still see something.

Abandoning the sleeping bags and the tiny house, Lupe started up the N ridge.

A little over 700 feet to the top from the saddle, the ascent went about as anticipated.  Lupe had to circle around the E side a bit on the way up the biggest bench, but after that each rocky bench was smaller.  Soon the trek was getting easier and easier as the terrain gradually leveled out.

Heading up the benches. Photo looks NW.

8-26-22, 7:16 PM, 45ºF, Imnavait Mountain (3,702 ft.) – As expected the enormous summit plain was covered with rocks.  They were bigger here than on the S ridge summit, but none of them were very large.  Off to the NW, a couple of antennas were visible along the N edge about where the topo map showed the true summit should be.

It only took a few minutes to get there.  The antennas had several solar panels and boxes containing electronic equipment associated with them, but there didn’t seem to be a cairn, or even any readily identifiable exact high point.

Congratulations, Loopster!  May I shake your paw?  We’re here!  Imnavait Mountain!  Isn’t it splendid?

Lupe extended her paw.  A moment later, formalities were complete.

Imnavait Mountain summit plain. True summit (R). Photo looks NW.
Imnavait Mountain summit. Photo looks NNW.

Human stuff!  Not all that much of it, but I’m in no mood for it, Loopster.  Didn’t come all the way to Imnavait for this.  Looks like some more ground every bit as high, or close to it, farther on.  Want to keep going?

Fine, if it’s not too far, SPHP.  I’m ready for a chocolate coconut bar.

Continuing more than another 0.25 mile NW, Lupe went a little beyond the highest ground, far enough to lose 50 feet of elevation and for the top of HP2901 to come into view, before SPHP called a halt near the N edge.

8-26-22, 7:30 PM, 11.9 miles in, Imnavait Mountain NW viewpoint

This is good, Loop.  Let’s stay here.  This is what we came to see.

The SW breeze was chilly, the sun too low to have any punch.  SPHP sat facing NW.  With nothing but rocks here, Lupe curled up on SPHP’s lap for comfort, providing and receiving warmth.

A good place to brood!  The sky was nearly all gray, but there were a few distant holes where sunlight was on the tundra.  Off to the NW, a big rain shower slowly drifted NE.  For a while it was sunlit, too.

At the NW viewpoint. Rain shower (L). Photo looks NW.

From this height, the vast tundra plain below stretching away to the N was a dull brown, flecked with gold.  Two groups of small, silvery lakes were NNW.  Beyond them the Kuparuk River flowed into a bigger lake.  Farther still, a dark blue ridge was on the horizon at the edge of vision.  It wasn’t very high, just big enough to be seen from Imnavait Mountain.

Empty!  All spectacularly empty.  The world as it has been for eons.

The North Slope. Big lake (L), low ridge (R). Photo looks NNW.

If we had a way to resupply ourselves, we could walk all the way to the Arctic Ocean from here, Loop.

You’re talking some serious tussocks now, SPHP!  Bet Alaska’s North Slope gets mighty swampy.  And speaking of supplies, how about that chocolate coconut bar?

Forgot to bring one, Loop.  How about a chocolate chip Cliff bar instead?

That’ll suffice, SPHP.  Bring it on!

Having been excited and alert much of the night last night, Lupe was having trouble staying awake.  She dozed off and on, as SPHP pondered the magnificent, melancholy views.  Lakes W of the Toolik River were visible NE.  More lakes and isolated mountains were W of HP2901.  10+ miles WSW, Itigaknit Mountain (3,293 ft.) and Peak 3378 were among them.  Itigaknit Lake was SW.

Brooks Range (R) far beyond the Toolik River valley. Largest on the L is Lake 2308.
Itigaknit Mountain (L), HP2901 (R). Photo looks W.
Peak 3378 (L), Itigaknit Mountain (L of Center), HP2901 (R). Photo looks W.
Itigaknit Lake (Center), Toolik Lake (far L). Photo looks SW.

Lupe spent more than 40 fabulous minutes at her Imnavait Mountain NW viewpoint while the North Slope filled SPHP’s mind with strange, mystical thoughts of going on forever from here with the Carolina Dog, but it was getting late.  Reality intervened.  An hour after arriving, Lupe was back at true summit and twin antennas again as light rain returned.

Back at the antennas. Photo looks SE.
Final moments at the true summit. Photo looks NE.

Despite the rain, on the way back to the saddle, Lupe paused at the SE end of the summit plain for a last look at Imnavait Mountain’s S ridge and Slope Mountain.  For 5 long years, these views had been ahead, part of the uncertain future.  Now the Carolina Dog was actually here, likely already seeing them for the last time from Imnavait’s N ridge.

Brooks Range beyond Imnavait Mountain’s S ridge. Photo looks S.
Slope Mountain (L of Center) beyond the Toolik River valley. Photo looks E.
Lake 2372 (L) in the foreground. Photo looks NE.

Maybe not.

Quite a view, isn’t it, Loop?  Here we are, actually seeing the world from Imnavait Mountain after dreaming about this day for years.

Farthest N we’ve ever been on a mountain, SPHP!

Yeah!  Amazing!  Tell ya what, Looper.  If it’s sunny in the morning, we’ll come back up for another look.

Brooks Range beyond Imnavait’s S ridge. Photo looks S.
Brooks Range from Imnavait Mountain. Photo looks SE.

8-26-22, 9:14 PM, saddle between Imnavait Mountain’s N and S ridges –  A fantastic, but long day.  Weary and damp, both Lupe and SPHP crawled inside the tiny house.  The American Dingo enjoyed dinner curled up on her red sleeping bag with part of it pulled over her.  Satisfied, snug and warm, Lupe was off in Dingo Dreamland in nothing flat.

S ridge from the tiny house. Photo looks SW.

Outside, as an Arctic night settled over Imnavait Mountain, the light rain turned steady.  Whatever that might imply could wait for tomorrow.

8-27-22, 8:30 AM, base camp between Imnavait Mountain’s N and S ridge

Onward!  Puppy, ho!

Unfortunately, the Carolina Dog wasn’t going to get to return to Imnavait Mountain’s summit.  Overcast again, not a sunny day.  Happily, not foggy, either.  Instead of going over the S ridge again, this time Lupe left the saddle starting a gradual descent around the E end of the mountain.

The descent was easy.  Lupe didn’t begin to lose serious elevation until she got back around to where the unnamed lake S of the mountain was in sight.  The tundra was absolutely gorgeous as she reached Imnavait’s lower slopes again.

Starting the descent from the saddle. Slope Mountain (L). Photo looks ESE.
The lake S of Imnavait comes back into view. Photo looks SSW.
Christmas tundra.
On Imnavait’s colorful lower slopes.

Going over Imnavait’s S ridge might actually have been easier.  Heading for the W end of the lake to avoid the outlet stream at the E end before turning S, Lupe had to cross many wet drainages.  Actually more of a problem for SPHP than the American Dingo.

During the long return S through the tussocks, Lupe revisited many of the minor landmarks she’d been to yesterday.  Gnat Rock, Split Rock, HP2626, Cherry Butte, both caribou skulls and antlers!  They helped to break the monotony of the tussocks, and provided clear indications of progress.  The Alaska oil pipeline came back into view a little before reaching HP2626.

Among the tussocks of the North Slope again. Slope Mountain summit (R). Photo looks E.
W end of the Slope Mountain complex. Photo looks ENE with help from the telephoto lens.
The beautiful tundra.

The day turned sort of sunny.  60ºF!  SPHP was shedding layers.  Off to the E, a heavy dark rain shower developed over by Slope Mountain.  SPHP kept an eye on it as it gradually extended its reach.

Leaving Imnavait Mountain (R) behind. Photo looks NNW.

There didn’t seem to be any big rush, though.  The American Dingo took her time, enjoying brief stops at many of the landmarks she came to.  At 3:23 PM, she reached an unusually large, flat boulder being reclaimed by the tundra.  The Alaska oil pipeline was only a short distance away now.

Another 1.25 miles, and Lupe would be back at the Dalton Highway.

Approaching the Alaska oil pipeline again. Photo looks SSE.

8-27-22, 4:44 PM – Back at the RAV4!  Lupe’s grand Imnavait Mountain adventure was over.  Anxious to settle down on her comfortable pink blanket, the American Dingo leapt in as soon as SPHP opened the door.  Not a moment too soon, either!  Fog swept over the land as the Slope Mountain storm arrived.

As soon as SPHP had the gear loaded, Lupe munching happily on a Busy Rib Hide, and a chocolate pudding cup in hand, the RAV4 was back at the Dalton Highway waiting for a chance to follow the next pilot car E.  One appeared out of the fog within minutes, and Lupe joined the parade as SPHP cut into the line at the earliest opportunity.

We did it, Loopster!  Imnavait Mountain!  Your epic adventure way out on Alaska’s North Slope is a glorious big success.

Sort of a different adventure, SPHP.  More about distance than climbing, but it really was interesting.  Where to now?  Deadhorse?

You betcha, sweet puppy!  To the end of the Dalton Highway, or bust!

On Imnavait Mountain, North Slope, Alaska 8-26-22

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