A brief intermission
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008Today we head up the ice road to Tuktoyaktuk (Tuk), .
Today we head up the ice road to Tuktoyaktuk (Tuk), .
As the last few miles of the Dempster highway passed beneath our wheels, the lengthy twilight of the north saw the sky fading to orange with the Taiga spruce outlining the horizon. The car is at 261,350 miles on the original engine — wish us luck.
Tonight in Inuvik the aurora borealis mimics the Milky Way, if the galaxy was fractured and falling in shards toward the Earth. The beams do not stream out from the regions of the pole, they ooze…
Of the infinite lines of latitude that circle this globe some hav more impact than others when you step over them. South of Houston St, north of the Mason Dixon line, across the Darian Gap, the North / South Korean DMZ, part of the wine store you really shouldn’t be shopping in; these lines hav some ummmphh to them. Another set are the borders of the north and south realms that see 24 hours of day and night; the Arctic and Antarctic circles. Today we crossed that line to the north into a land big and bold enough to not be scared of the dark and willing to embrace the insomnia of seemingly endless day.
It’s good to be north, it’s good to find the lines and cross them. It’s good to know where you stand. Just like golf has been called ‘a nice walk ruined’, touring rallies are ‘a nice drive, ruined’.