The day before we set out to drive the Dalton we stocked up on food supplies, drove round a million different places looking to hire a CB radio and brought a massive bottle of champagne for the coming celebrations. The guide book and plenty of websites recommended a CB radio to communicate with the big rigs and keep out of their way but even after inquiring at Carlile trucking (the original ice road truckers) we couldn’t get hold of one. Turns out you could buy them at Walmart, but even for $80 we couldn’t justify it, in four days time we wouldn’t need it and it would become just another thing to get rid of before we flew home. We did however have four cans of tyre goo in case of a puncture which was fairly likely given our worn mismatched excuse for tyres. There were plenty of other things people said we would need but we had moved far beyond that. Like any other phase of our trip we expected some adversity but knew we would always be able to over come it, one way or another.
I almost forgot to look out the window so set was I on following the guidebook directions to the “Welcome To Deadhorse” sign outside the general store. We parked right in front of the sign at 7:38pm on Saturday the 19th of April! We took a breath and looked at each other in wonderment WE HAD MADE IT! With the camera rolling we jumped out, waved the NZ flag around, high fived, hugged, kissed, laughed, cried and covered each other in champagne in front of a few onlookers. We both felt on top of the world and we literally were!!!
All we had to do now was drive 5,000km to LA in twelve days SURE!
Rochelle & Will