Way Too Far North

Was the name of a fun band that played summer nights in Dawson City. Many moons have arced through the sky since those guys headlined at the Pit.

Am reminded of the band's name, which always cracked me up, as I prepare to head to the farthest north place I've ever been, Barrow, AK.

Just had the bizarre sensation of the sun drilling into a bald spot on top of my head while I was strapping skis to the top of my car. It's nearing uncomfortable warmth here in Fairbanks, pushing 80. Barrow, according to one of my bookmarked websites, is the coldest place in America, at 30. I just called north and a woman told me it was skiable, so I'll have to check a bag.

I'm headed up for some book research that will require me to get to Point Barrow, about 10 miles from town. I should be skating there about this time tomorrow. Will post a few images.

Feels a little nutty to be leaving this fine Interior Alaska weather, but won't it be nice to come home to this in a few days?