I never REALLY thought we were going to make it to Barrow - it's one of those places that you might think about, or point to on a globe and mention a passing interest in traveling there 'Someday' - but it's never the place you actually go if you have the spare time or money. Especially in December.
I had talked about going places like that once in a while when I noticed them on a map, but my friend was the first to pull the trigger and say "I'm going the weekend of December 8th, who's in?". I jumped on(over?)board right away, and another friend decided about a week from the travel date.
I did a little reading about Barrow (not too much about it online, beyond some scientific ice flow data and hotel websites) and determined that the only thing I really wanted to do there was eat at Pepe's North of the Border Mexican Restaurant. So, the trip became real, after knowing that I had a real goal in Barrow.
Unfortunately, after getting to Anchorage through rough turbulence, being woken up in the Anchorage airport by an aggressive cleaning Zamboni driver, and making it aboard the Alaska 737 Combi, one of my friends developed an illness that signaled the end of his journey to Barrow.
We did have fun and interesting times in Prudhoe Bay and Barrow, but in the end, there wasn't a lot to do there. We didn't see any (live) Polar Bears, any Walruses, or the Northern Lights in full effect, even though we had been strongly warned about the animals, and assured by NOAA that we would see some activity in the sky.
I wouldn't really be surprised if you end up wanting to go somewhere like it someday - the pictures can't really do the area justice.
This photo is the apex of the arctic dawn - the brightest point of the day - taken just after noon on December 8, 2007. We're looking almost due south, with the Arctic Ocean/Chuchki Sea behind us.
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