*ADDENDUM* -Okay, technically, Prudhoe Bay is the "northern-most point on Earth reachable by car." But, as it is "restricted" (reasonably grievously so, since "911" :P ), and as it is only about a half-mile "up the road. . . ."

   Here is a picture of the one--and only--g-ass station in town.  There was no attendant--if you didn't have a credit card, head about 250 miles, or so, south.  Notice the (remarkably cleanly) condition of the Exploder.

   And don't fail to observe the Arctic Ocean Restrictions:

   And here is the Prudhoe Bay "National Forest." Deadhorse is great, in the there is "a woman behind every tree."

   I didn't take many pictures of Deadhorse--as it was like a ongoing bad dream, while you were still awake.  About the most interesting thing there, was a "ditchwitch" (no picture).  It looked for all the world like giant, mobile chainsaw.  Here, we show some green buildings; the people painting them claimed that the color was chosen "so as to blend in with the natural environment."

   -Worth noting, is the fact that there was a considerable military surplus of just this tone of paint, at the time. . . .

   A note about Deadhorse: Just about everywhere one looked, there were signs of humanity and creativity--expressed wherever possible.  For instance, two bolts on the end of a pipe seal become a "smiley face"; a sign reading "Dip" becomes one reading "Clam Dip is good." Examples abounded.  This was not because the people residing there were particularly human, or creative--far from it, in fact.  It was more a desperate plee for humanity in perhaps most inhuman place I had ever been.  Deadhorse was like a "ghost town" that wasn't dead--an empty, undead town, that persisted on the dregs of greed.

On to more pictures.