The further south we went, the worse the weather was.
Suddenly Fiona screamed for me to stop the 4x4x4x4. With some difficulty, I did, assisted by antilock brakes. Somehow, Eagle Eyes spotted a herd of moose – or is it meese? – behind some trees, approximately fourteen miles away.
At least we think they were moose, they cold have been cats or camels or aliens. Who the hell knows for sure? But they were still pretty cool to see.I think Eagle Eyes was in fact hypnotized, there really is no other excuse for missing the huge herd of caribou we came upon grazing right beside the road.
Even further south the snow stopped swirling and started sticking. The road got slippery. No fun anymore, even in the 4x4x4x4.
At this weird Igloo building, we decided that it was time to turn around and head back to Fairbanks. The sun was starting to set, the snow was starting to stick, and there was really no hope of seeing Mt. McKinley anyway.
On the way back, the snow stopped and we made it back to Fairbanks.
The coldest temperature we felt was on our last day in Alaska. -24 degrees means time to go in any language.

Alaska is beautiful, even in the dead of winter. There is no doubt a return trip is in order.
Author: frenchy
Hooray!!
An Australian in mid-summer heat! Hmm… OK, I’ll take the high road. Welcome to the Rant!
Alaska was great, I am going to go back in the mid-summer heat myself, and ride back through Valdez and the Canadian Rockies.
But much more importantly, does this mean the Faithful Fifteen have grown to the Sweet Sixteen???
I have just read your blog archives and love your great photos. As an Australian in mid-summer heat, your blog cooled me down! I have a link with Alaska as my Aunt lives there and I have made 3 trips (March, June and Aug/Sept.). Was coming in January this year but the arrangements became unstuck!
Keep up the good work, Frenchy. I’ll check in again.