Bridget dropped me off at the airport on her last day of school with students at 7:30am. My 11 flight to Utqiaġvik via Deadhorse isn’t until 11:50 but I’m not complaining. I arrive at 6:15pm so I guess I have a little bit of time while at the two airports to write a post. At least they have decent WiFi in Prudhoe but they don't have a Starbucks.
It is already a couple of days past the beginning of 24-hour daylight. The large area of light blue is sun above the horizon. Darker shades of blue indicate when it's not dark but the sun is below the horizon. Unfortunately, the weather is for overcast skies for the next couple of days. So, no sun and cooler temperatures.
I was planning on including a picture of the GripStuds that I pulled from the rear tire of the Ural. They were in pretty poor condition and many had to be removed with locking pliers as the slots for the tool no longer existed. I wasn't going to get another season out of them though I'm hoping to get another summer out of the front and pusher tires.
For those of you thinking of traveling to that exotic destination known as Prudhoe Bay, here is the view from the front entryway of the only hotel/restaurant in town. Lots of mud, dirty snow and the nearest tree is a few hundred miles away. It's 29°F with 24-hours of brilliant sunshine (somewhere behind the clouds), and the only way to get to the beach is by purchasing a tour.
One of the initial tasks is replacing a router that was recalled by the manufacturer. I’m not sure of the details but was asked to set it up as soon as I arrive using the new terrestrial circuit for testing. The new Arctic Fiber/Quintillion hardware appears to be operational. No faster and not much cheaper but with a fraction of the latency, it’s a step in the right direction. For this trip, the heavier jackets,, hat and gloves were dug out again. Not that they were buried very deep, but it is still well below freezing on the north coast of Alaska.
I was planning on including a picture of the GripStuds that I pulled from the rear tire of the Ural. They were in pretty poor condition and many had to be removed with locking pliers as the slots for the tool no longer existed. I wasn't going to get another season out of them though I'm hoping to get another summer out of the front and pusher tires.
For those of you thinking of traveling to that exotic destination known as Prudhoe Bay, here is the view from the front entryway of the only hotel/restaurant in town. Lots of mud, dirty snow and the nearest tree is a few hundred miles away. It's 29°F with 24-hours of brilliant sunshine (somewhere behind the clouds), and the only way to get to the beach is by purchasing a tour.
Utqiaġvik.. couldn't find that on my map. What is it near?
ReplyDeleteI agree, Prudhoe Bay is not exactly a scenic wonder, but it is the end of the road. Can't imagine how someone could ride a rig to here in winter, aka Hubert Kreigel.
That’s the new name for the village of Barrow. Did you hear about the four KLR sidecars that left Prudhoe last November headed for South America? http://www.wheretheroadendsmoto.com/
DeleteYou're definitely not in marketing, showing reality instead of some dream fodder for the masses who seek to ride to Prudhoe! ;)
ReplyDeleteYou didn't see my comment about "24-hours of brilliant sunshine". That's the limit of my marketing skill. That's why I've never been in the private sector...
DeleteExotic is one way to put it, Richard ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I would ever use that word to describe anything around here...
DeleteLol, I wouldn't mind seeing Prudhoe Bay one day, but probably would prefer your mode of transport for this trip rather than riding there!
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