Retracing our steps to Fairbanks

Retracing our steps to Fairbanks

We got up at 5 am at the Arctic Circle.  We were so tired and bitten by the mosquitoes, we decided to get on the road immediately.  We drove for an hour and then stopped at the Tor formations for breakfast.  While we were there, a little elderly woman in a bright red car (how come there was no mud on it?) drove up to use the restroom.   When she got out, she was dressed in a red blazer, navy slacks, and white shoes!  Where did she come from?  When she left, John watched her, thinking he had the perfect theory.  She was headed perhaps to Fairbanks to go to church, since it was Sunday.  Even though Fairbanks was 100 miles away, it seemed like a comfortable explanation.  Except --- she turned north!  The nearest spot in the road was Coldfoot, and that was another 80 miles up the road.  Believe me, there was nothing in between! It was six in the morning at this point.  She has to remain the mystery lady!

We crossed No Name Creek which makes you wonder why they couldn’t give it a name if they could make a sign.

We stopped once again at the Yukon River Crossing to take another look at the pipeline close up and get diesel once more.

 We pulled into a camping area close to the Hot Spot Café and watched a motorcyclist, covered with mud, washing himself off, fully clothed at the “potable water” pump.

The river behind us was pretty as it wended its way towards the Beaufort Sea.

We drove through the rain once again, and were glad to get back into Fairbanks about 5:30 in the afternoon.