Dalton Highway Day Three
Throughout the night, we were startled by the sounds of a massive truck using their jack breaks. We had no idea how loud they actually could be. Thankfully, we were able to fall right back to sleep. I guess that is the disadvantage of camping near the road at the bottom of the hill. The sun was gone but so was the mass of mosquitos on our tent. The slight breeze kept them off and it only had a normal amount. We packed up in a cloud and started our journey. The low clouds made it so we had no idea what was 7 feet ahead of us, but our legs knew. It was a CLIMB. As we are continuing to slog up the hill, we hear the sound of (thump, thump, thump) like a helicopter. Knowing that the sounds of the trucks sometimes have that similar sound, we both were like that must be a truck but it sounds like a helicopter. Well, it took just a few minutes to confirm, it was a LOW flying helicopter. It was hovering about 10 feet above the tundra-flying low because of the blackout clouds