Every time I looked to my right, it was there. It looked like a giant snake winding through the beautiful landscape as if I were in a sci-fi film. It was strange to have it constantly in your sight – like a monkey on your back. Always there, always reminding you that it is the reason why people are here in this part of the world. Oil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was traveling up the Dalton Highway, following the Alaska pipeline from Fairbanks to Coldfoot, Alaska, and slightly beyond. The highway was built as a supply road to support the construction of the pipeline in 1974. It\u2019s a 414-mile road (the majority of it dirt) beginning at the Elliott Highway north of Fairbanks and ending at Deadhorse near the Arctic Ocean. And it\u2019s still used primarily in conjunction with the pipeline today for maintenance crews, shipping\u2026and a little bit of\u2026tourism.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Known as one of the most isolated and dangerous roads in the world, of course I had to experience it.<\/p><\/blockquote><\/figure>\n\n\n\n Table of Contents<\/p>\n