Deadhorse The van of the oil company leaves the container town. No houses, just container with windows connected with dirt streets. Even the hotels. There are no kids, no women, no men. The wind blows fresh around the corners. From far you hear the noise of a two engine propellor aircraft approaching. It sounds like [...]
Musings about life and traveling in Alaska when overheading a dad telling his son that new Alaskans come from the airport.