Sounds about as friendly as the time I drove the Dalton Highway from Fairbanks, Alaska on a whim towards the Arctic Circle. Many times along the journey I was terrified that my 1996 Eagle Talon would get stuck in the gigantic mud ruts dug out by the maniac truckers that gleefully thundered by (apparently oblivious to the not-quite-cliffs only feet away).
I live in Texas now, which feels relatively tiny because you'll always find some sort of civilization (i.e. potable water) right around the corner. Granted, growing up in Alaska, my definition of "right around the corner" is probably a little different from those who were raised in the Lower 48.
I live in Texas now, which feels relatively tiny because you'll always find some sort of civilization (i.e. potable water) right around the corner. Granted, growing up in Alaska, my definition of "right around the corner" is probably a little different from those who were raised in the Lower 48.