Tag: Atigun Pass

Day 21 of Lupe’s 2017 Dingo Vacation to the Yukon & Alaska!

4:54 AM, 38°F, S bank of the Atigun River near the Dalton Highway bridge – Fog.  Again.  So what else was new?  Despite fog, rain, and snow, Lupe had succeeded in climbing Lake Benchmark Mountain (5,000 ft.) yesterday.  The day before that, she’d seen Galbraith lake and made it to the S edge of the North Slope beyond the Brooks Range, as far N as she had ever been in her life.  So Loop had accomplished what had been planned here.  Time to head S.

And yet the North Slope had been so enticing and mysterious!  It would have been fun to go farther N, all the way to Deadhorse at the end of the Dalton Highway!  Deadhorse was only a few miles from the Arctic Ocean and only another 140 miles or so from here.  If there had been easy access to the ocean, Lupe would have gone for sure, despite the weather.  An Arctic Ocean adventure, even a short one, would be so incredible!  However, all along the coast and for several miles inland, energy companies maintain tight security.  Although it was possible to take a paid tour from Deadhorse to the Arctic Ocean, SPHP already knew Dingoes weren’t allowed.

When Lupe had been in the Brooks Range last year, she had met several people who had gone all the way to Deadhorse, or were on their way there.  Those who had already been there had reported seeing arctic foxes, snowy owls, caribou, and even musk oxen out on the North Slope.  No one said anything favorable about Deadhorse, though.  It was just an ugly industrial complex, not even a town, with nothing to do there.

No, without access to the Arctic Ocean for the Carolina Dog, and this foggy weather, it was hard to justify going any farther N.  Lupe had lots more adventures planned elsewhere in Alaska.  Best get on with it.  SPHP fired up the G6, and Lupe was on her way S.  The sky was completely overcast.  Only a thin fog was present near ground level.  Loop could see a mile or two to the base of the mountains.  (5:15 AM)

The Atigun Pass area was darkly overcast.  It was snowing, and the snow was beginning to stick.  The mountains were white, where they could be seen through the fog.  The Dalton Highway was slushy, but the G6 made it to the top of the pass.  Lupe and SPHP got out to experience winter in August.  (6:18 AM)

The weather was better S of Atigun Pass.  Lupe stopped briefly at the Chandalar Shelf.  The top of Table Mountain (6,314 ft.) was partly in view, and partly obscured by clouds.  A fair amount of snow seemed to be present on what could be seen of the summit, but none existed below the final steep climb.

Lupe still hadn’t climbed Table Mountain.  Table Mountain was the only peak on her original list of objectives along the Dalton Highway for this Dingo Vacation that she hadn’t climbed yet.  She was here plenty early in the day.  Still, the weather looked pretty iffy.  Not foggy, but still lots of clouds hanging around.

As much fun as Table Mountain might have been, after yesterday’s adventure in cold rain, snow, and fog up on Lake Benchmark Mountain, SPHP decided maybe Lupe would be smart to skip it.  Conditions were marginal.  The weather wouldn’t have to deteriorate much before Loop wouldn’t be able to see a thing up there, even if she did make it to the top.  Sad, but true.  Onward!

Beyond the Chandalar Shelf, down in the Dietrich River valley, the weather continued to improve.  Lupe even saw patches of blue sky.  It must have been somewhat sunny here over the past couple of days.  The Dalton Highway was much drier now, a vast improvement.  The G6 whizzed along at a lively 45 mph!

Lupe reached the Coldfoot visitor center at 9:00 AM.  A sign said it was closed until 11:00 AM.  Hmm.  SPHP drove over to Coldfoot camp on the other side of the Dalton Highway.  The American Dingo had to wait in the G6 while SPHP disappeared into the restaurant.

The wait was longer than Lupe expected.  Coldfoot camp had a breakfast buffet going on.  All you can eat for only $14.95, an absolute bargain way up here N of the Arctic Circle!  SPHP ate an enormous breakfast – eggs, pancakes, muffins, sausage, bacon, ham, water, root beer, and coffee.  It was great!  More than hour after SPHP went in, Lupe got to enjoy a few pieces of smuggled out bacon.

SPHP gassed up the G6, another bargain at only $4.599 per gallon, and Loop was on her way again on the Dalton Highway.

Whoa, SPHP!  Wrong way!

Nope!  We’re fine, Loopster.

No, we’re not!  You turned R, we’re going back N again!

Yeppers!

I thought we were going S.  Aren’t we leaving the Arctic?

We were, but now we’re not.

Why not?  Where are we going then?

It’s Deadhorse or bust, Loopster!  I changed my mind.  We can’t just leave!  You’re going to go as far N as we can get.  We’ve come all this way clear up to the Brooks Range two years running now.  Just doesn’t feel right not to go all the way to the end of the Dalton Highway.  We may never return.  This may be our last chance.  Whether we can see anything or not out on the North Slope, and whether or not you can get to the Arctic Ocean, we’re just going to do it.

Oh, exciting!  I hope we see some caribou and musk ox on the North Slope!  A polar bear would be totally awesome!  Can I ask a favor, though?

Sure, what is it?

Since we’re going to go by it again, can we stop at the Dietrich River and go on my 2016 Last Mile North adventure by the Alaska oil pipeline again?  I love that place!

Of course!  That’s a great idea.  We’ll do it, but maybe just to the stream N of Dillon Mountain instead of all the way to its confluence with the Dietrich River.  I drove so far S before changing my mind that Deadhorse is a long way off now, and who knows what the road will be like N of the Brooks Range?  I’m hoping we can still get to Deadhorse tonight.

Lupe did get to go on her 2016 Last Mile North adventure again!  Even though she didn’t get to go all the way to the stream’s confluence with the Dietrich River, Loop had a blast!  So easy, and so much fun!

Then it was N again, on to the Chandalar Shelf.  It was nearly 1:00 PM when Lupe arrived this time.  Weather conditions hadn’t changed much since this morning.  Once again SPHP deemed conditions too iffy, and now the hour too late, to seriously consider an ascent of Table Mountain.

When Lupe went over Atigun Pass again, the weather was better than it had been early this morning.  It was no longer snowing.  The slushy snow on the Dalton Highway had melted.  There were even patches of blue sky.  The mountains were visible now, instead of cloaked with fog.  They looked dramatic – all clean, cold and white.

The better weather did not extend much beyond Atigun Pass.  Soon the sky was totally overcast again.  As Lupe followed the Atigun River N, the mountains were all hidden in clouds and fog.

Yesterday morning, Lupe had taken her Stroll to the North Slope Knoll, a short hike not far from milepost 278 of the Dalton Highway out onto the tundra.  At the time, it had seemed likely to be as far N as Lupe was ever going to be in her whole life.  Due to the current sudden change of plans, however, that was already no longer true.  Still, the Stroll to the North Slope Knoll had been a fun experience.  Why not repeat it before continuing N and setting a new record?  Lupe was totally in favor of the idea.  (2:33 PM, 41°F)

This time, SPHP went 500 feet beyond the endpoint of Lupe’s first Stroll to the North Slope Knoll.  Lupe went even farther, racing 200 yards past SPHP out over the yellow tundra, sniffing and exploring as she went.

The mood of Lupe’s second Stroll to the North Slope Knoll was entirely different.  Instead of being the expected end of all her explorations N, this time it was merely a preliminary launching point.  Lupe wasn’t going to have to turn around having seen only the very S end of the North Slope.  From here, Lupe was going all the way to Deadhorse at the end of the Dalton Highway!  Who knew what she might see along the way?  It was all a grand mystery.  A mystery about to be revealed.

When Lupe returned to the G6 at 3:20 PM, the adventures of the North Slope Dingo were about to begin in earnest.  If the G6 was tough enough, only 136 more miles on the Dalton Highway would bring the American Dingo to its far N end at milepost 414 in Deadhorse.  Though Lupe would never get to Alaska’s N coast due to security restrictions, the Carolina Dog would be only a few miles from the Arctic Ocean!

And so it began.  Leaving the Stroll to the North Slope Knoll behind, Lupe and SPHP headed N on the Dalton Highway.  The road was fine for a number of miles.  Lupe soon saw Toolik Lake off to the W.  The highway made a sharp turn to the E here.

The weather deteriorated.  Mist and light rain.  The Dalton Highway was full of mud puddles.  The road went up and down over a series of hills.  The most worrisome stretches were where the road was soft and muddy, but that wasn’t its most common condition.  Far more often it was rough and washboardy, with long stretches of jarring potholes.

The G6 wasn’t built for this kind of abuse.  The only defense against the rough road was to drive very slowly.  That was OK.  It didn’t actually matter how long it took the Carolina Dog to get to Deadhorse.  The Dalton Highway went NE for a while before turning N again.  A dozen miles from the Stroll to the North Slope Knoll, Lupe saw two seagulls!

4:14 PM, 110 to 115 miles from Deadhorse –  The road has improved, no longer as rough and full of potholes as it had been going over the hills.  To the W is a fairly high mountain, a lone one with its top lost in clouds and mist.  It isn’t far from the Dalton Highway.  If the weather was better, maybe Lupe could climb it?  What can be seen of it certainly looks climbable.  Remember this mountain for the return trip S!

Farther away off to the E and NE are lots more mountains, no doubt a continuation of the Brooks Range.  However, there is no way to get over there.  From the G6, Lupe has caught glimpses of a large river between the highway and those mountains to the E.

4:40 PM, 105 miles from Deadhorse – Since leaving the Brooks Range, the Dalton Highway has only come to small streams.  Up until now, that is.  The large river Lupe caught glimpses of earlier is now only 300 to 600 feet E of the road.  This must be the Sagavanirktok River.  The Sag flows N all the way to Deadhorse, where it empties into the Beaufort Sea.  It’s not yet a huge river.  The Sagavanirktok is only slightly lower in elevation than the highway.  The intervening ground appears quite swampy.

An industrial complex is on the W side of the highway, presumably some sort of pumping or maintenance station for the Alaska oil pipeline.

5:05 PM – Lupe has a great view of the Sagavanirktok River, Alaska oil pipeline, and Dalton Highway from Oil Spill Hill.  The road subsequently drops down into the river valley for several miles before climbing back out of it at Ice Cut.

5:15 PM, 90 miles to Deadhorse – Now that the Dalton Highway is up out of the Sagavanirktok River valley N of Ice Cut, the river is out of sight.  The North Slope is a golden rolling featureless land stretching as far as one can see to low hills on the horizon.  Larger hills are off to the E beyond the Alaska oil pipeline, but the Brooks Range is no longer in view.  To the W there is nothing except a distant tower on a gentle rise.

The North Slope Dingo seems to have lost hope of seeing any wildlife in this barren land.  She’s taken to snoozing.

80 miles from Deadhorse – Widely scattered patches of sunlight appear on the yellow tundra.  A few patches of blue sky exist.  The clouds are low, but apparently not that thick.

The North Slope Dingo is awake again, but still has seen no animals.  The reason is becoming increasingly clear.  For many miles, pickup trucks have often been in view parked along the access roads to the Alaska oil pipeline, especially near the Sagavanirktok River.  People are sometimes seen nearby.  They often wear at least some orange.  Hunters!  No wonder whatever wildlife exists has fled beyond vision.  Sad.

76 miles from Deadhorse – Pavement!  The first pavement since S of the Atigun River 75 miles ago.  A nice 6 or 7 mile stretch, then it’s back to mud and gravel.

6:00 PM, 45°F, 67 miles from Deadhorse – The Sagavanirktok River, which has only occasionally been visible from the Dalton Highway, now curves away to the NE flowing along the base of a line of low bluffs that has been in view for miles.  The bluffs had been bathed in sunlight, but by the time the North Slope Dingo arrives for a photo, the light is past its best.  Minutes later it is gone.

6:20 PM, 62 miles from Deadhorse – The North Slope Dingo stops at a rare pullout about 0.25 mile N of the top of a big, very gently sloping hill.  The river is nowhere in sight here, but a faint rainbow is off to the NE.  The boreal tundra is a yellow patchwork of sunlight and fog.  As clouds and fog drift by, patterns of light and shadow move W to E across a golden land sliding away to the N.  Overhead a patch of blue sky sails by.

No traffic at all lately.  Even the hunters don’t seem to be out and about.

Almost immediately after leaving the faint rainbow and partially sunlit tundra behind, SPHP drives into rain and fog.  A few minutes later, the Dalton Highway is paved again, but this time only for a couple of miles.  Then it’s back to the usual mud and gravel.  4 or 5 miles later, a sign says road work next 51 miles, basically the rest of the way to Deadhorse.  Get stopped by a flagman who says it’s a 20 minute wait.

The flagman has been working here every day since June 9th.  $30/hr base pay and $45/hr overtime.  Most days are 13 hours, and some are as many as 16.  He has seen caribou, musk oxen, wolves, grizzly and polar bears, and lots of birds.  Lupe will only have to follow the pilot car for 14 miles.  The G6 is the only vehicle following the pilot car once it arrives.  The pilot car races along the muddy road at 40 mph.

7:38 PM, 30 to 35 miles from Deadhorse – No traffic at all.  The land is very flat.  A 2 tiered bluff exists a mile to the E.  To the W, nothing but a tiny hill in otherwise level terrain.  6 geese are flying S.

8:17 PM, 42°F, 15 to 17 miles from Deadhorse – Saw the sun’s position through a weak spot in the clouds about 15 minutes ago.  The sun won’t set for another 2.5 hours yet.  For the past 10 miles, the Dalton Highway has been on a roadbed raised 15 feet above the surrounding terrain.  The terrain is even flatter than before.  Most of it appears to be part of a vast swamp, with occasional stretches of open water.

The Sagavanirktok River was briefly in view again lurking near the base of the 2 tier bluff.  That bluff ran for miles along the same course before coming to an end.  A single tier bluff then picked up again a mile ENE of the highway close to where the 2 tier bluff faded away.  It also runs for miles.  The bluff is now several miles from the Dalton Highway, hidden by fog.

The sky is uniformly gray.  Visibility is only a mile or two.  Lupe saw a couple of small buttes off to the W looking like ghosts on the horizon.  They didn’t amount to much.

8:54 PM – Success!  It’s like a dream.  The North Slope Dingo has made it to the outskirts of Deadhorse.  The end of the Dalton Highway is only a couple of miles farther.  Lupe is what, maybe 8 miles S of Prudhoe Bay?

Deadhorse is as others have described it to SPHP – an industrial complex almost exclusively dedicated to the energy industry.  Nothing resembling a town is in sight.  Not a single house or residential street.  No business district catering to the public.

The closest thing to a retail business is Deadhorse Camp, which Loop finds near the start of Deadhorse on the L.  It’s a hotel of sorts, catering mostly to oilfield workers who essentially live there, but also to members of the public who manage to make it to the end of the Dalton Highway.  It’s also where it’s possible to arrange for a shuttle bus tour to the Arctic Ocean.

Now that the North Slope Dingo was in Deadhorse, SPHP wasn’t certain exactly what to do.  Looking for a gas station seemed like a good place to start.  From Deadhorse Camp, SPHP drove farther into Deadhorse.  After a couple of bends, the Dalton Highway finally ended at a T intersection.  SPHP took a left and eventually stumbled upon the Prudhoe Bay Hotel near the Alaska Airlines terminal at the Deadhorse Airport.

While Lupe remained in the G6, SPHP went into the Prudhoe Bay Hotel seeking information.  Signs in the entryway commanded that everyone entering wear disposable boot covers to help keep the place clean.  Free, bright blue slip-on boot covers were available from a box.  SPHP put a pair on, then went on in.

Long well lit hallways led off in 3 directions.  Not a soul was in sight.  The front desk turned out to be some distance down the hall straight ahead from the entrance.  A clerk gave SPHP a free map of Deadhorse on a single sheet of paper, and circled where the 2 gas stations are located.  After thanking the clerk, SPHP wandered the hallways.

A large map of Alaska’s N coast was framed under glass on one wall.  It showed the locations of numerous energy installations, and the names of a great many geographical features.  Lots of history was provided on who first explored the Alaskan coast and named various islands, points, peninsulas, etc.  The map was extraordinarily interesting.  SPHP read much of it, which took a while.  Meanwhile, absolutely no one came or went in the silent hall.

Light was fading when SPHP returned to Loop, still waiting patiently in the G6.  It was starting to get foggy.  One of the gas stations was close by.  It was a small unmanned facility.  SPHP couldn’t even figure out how to work it.  Splendid.  Oh, well.  Can figure it out tomorrow.

Loop and SPHP drove around Deadhorse a bit.  There weren’t many roads, yet it seemed like a maze.  In growing darkness and gloomy fog, the whole place was sort of eerie.  Almost no traffic at all.  Now and then a pickup truck or semi truck appeared, then vanished.  No one was out and about.  Deadhorse was sort of a ghost town, but then it was late on a Sunday night and energy prices were depressed.  Maybe like Skagway, Deadhorse would be busier Monday morning?

Lupe and SPHP drove past clusters of energy related service businesses.  They were all dark, except for security lights.  Widely scattered in the distance were more clusters of buildings, some quite brightly lit.  No houses, no businesses of any kind other than energy related companies and a few boxy “hotels”.  Weird, kind of creepy, but cool, too.

Returning to the Dalton Highway, SPHP drove back to within sight of Deadhorse Camp.  Several pickup trucks with campers were parked at big pullouts overlooking the Sagavanirktok River.  Even a few tents were pitched out on the gravel.  Apparently it was OK to stay here.  Perfect!  This would do nicely.  SPHP parked the G6.  Tomorrow Loopster would explore Deadhorse.  SPHP hoped the North Slope Dingo could even get permission to see the Arctic Ocean, but she probably wouldn’t.

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