Somewhere around Richardson Pass, the wheels of our car locked into a skid and we began to hydroplane across the mud. As we slowly drifted over to the wrong side of the road, I realised that we were going to die.Read more "Death Or Glory On Dempster Highway"
We sat alone on Thorofare Ridge as the savage tragedy of nature’s brutal indifference plays out below us. We are very small and the wilderness does not care if we live or die. We attempt in vain to calculate the impossible infinity in front of us while we eat our sandwiches.Read more "The Insatiable Greed Of The Drooling Lens Hole"
My secretary and I have urgent business to attend to in Seward, the nature of which cannot be revealed here for reasons which cannot be revealed here, but it is imperative that we should be in The Salmon Bake bar and restaurant by sundown. Needless to say, the consequence of our absence would be devastating – for all of us.Read more "Bad Drugs On Prince William Sound"
After two days driving Dempster Highway, arguably one of the worst and most dangerous roads in the world, my secretary and I both needed a drink badly. Rain ran rivers down the windscreen and we rolled long hills under heavy cloud. But there were blue skies over Dawson City and it was lit up gold like a beacon at the end of these dark Dempster afternoons.Read more "Captain Dick Put A Severed Toe In My Drink"
Gimp Santa on a tricycle isn’t usually something that you would associate with Independence Day, but strange things happen in Alaska.
What should have been a simple road trip from Anchorage to Denali National Park quickly turned into an odyssey of the bizarre.