Caveat: I post a lot of Alaska E36 M3. We aren't connected to other states so if I do a trip it's usually international or somewhere here these days. Because I feel like for whatever reason the media likes to shove Alaska down people's throats with 600 fake TV shows, this may be uninteresting to some of you and I get it. Anyway,that's my disclaimer.
I've always wanted to go to Barrow just because it was as far as you could go north in the US. Over the last two days I went there, flew on miles and I was determined to do it all less than $100. This is a place where gas is $9 and a gallon of milk is about the same. It's just that far away from everything.
There is no road in or out of Barrow and it is air and seasonal sea traffic only and the latter is just for shipping cargo.
Barrow is one of the oldest Native settlements on the Alaskan north slope. In addition to the oil infrastructure, the community still supplements a lot of their diet with harvesting roots and whatever they can get from the tundra and whaling/seal hunting.
In the winter, the sun doesn't rise for almost 3 months and the opposite is true in the summer. Being so far above the Arctic Circle, it stays chilly all summer long around mid 40s and then winter is -40s/-50s with a wind chill off the Arctic that would make you weep. In my quest to be cheap and really take it all in, I slept on the beach on the Arctic Ocean with no tent and walked the village all night avoiding the occasional drunk and polar bear off in the distance. I bought the high school's sweatshirt The Whalers and a couple meals at Sam and Lee's Chinese restaurant. The owners were super hospitable and wanted to house me for the night when I told them my cheap ass purposefully didn't have a hotel room.
It's one of the harshest living conditions you can imagine and it shows on everything. Wind beaten shacks, rusty busted everything. BUT, the Arctic Ocean and ancient charm have a real beautiful dichotomy that contradicts itself pretty starkly at times. Friendly, crazy, hardy people live here and it was a pleasure hanging out at the top of the US for a few days.
This should give you an idea:
Welcome sign with the Inupiat language featured. In the native tongue, Barrow's original name is Utqiagvik. (And they spell that like 4 different ways too)
Pups of Barrow:
Me at the whale bone arch:
Off to the camp spot on the beach. 40* and intense fog at 2 AM.
Arctic Ocean:
Homemade palm trees from baleen whale parts:
The blue astroturf field for the kids to play football on. Blue so you can still kind of see in the snow.
Check the tag:
Dumpster art
Some pretty hardcore buggy action. (Thats pretty grassroots IMO):
454 swap from a marine engine in a totally hammered shell? Maybe a someday project for someone.