We continued further north and the only sign of any human life before we reached Deadhorse was a night halt in a place called Coldfoot. Dedicated as a rest stop for truckers, Coldfoot has a makeshift hotel which offers cabins, food, and fuel for vehicles to travelers heading north towards Deadhorse. For the 240 miles, there would be no services.
The following morning, we switched on our ignitions and drove as north as we could possibly go by road in North America. We continued driving for 6 hours and finally reached Deadhorse, the end of the Dalton Highway. It was one of those moments that will stay with all of us forever.
We popped open a bottle of champagne, celebrated our epic drive and finally, after driving for long remote stretches over the last few days, we all got a well-deserved sleep. Next day, we took a bus tour of the Prudhoe Bay Oil Fields that took us around the oil rigs to give us a glimpse of how oil is drilled out of the Arctic Ocean. Deadhorse basically is an oil drilling town which has no permanent population and most people living here keep shuttling between their hometowns and Deadhorse, mostly working here for 2 weeks and going home for the remaining 2 weeks during a month. After looking around this unique town and having touched the waters of the Arctic Ocean, once again, we hit the Dalton Highway and started heading back towards Fairbanks.
The night halt in Coldfoot the second time was another experience, it was another night that would be cherished and remembered forever.