After crossing Canada and so close to the northernmost state of the United States, my curiosity and my taste for adventure could not resist to a trip on the frozen roads of Alaska. Departing from Anchorage, a deserted city compared to other North American megacities, where the sun never really gets up at this time of the year, I decide to cross the lands to the North Pole through Denali and Fairbanks. The horizon is white, mountainous and wild. Everywhere around me, deers, elks, caribous, eagles and of course, hunters with the back of their pick ups filled with dead animals. On the rivers flow big blocks of ice, in the forests I hear a shot here and there. Still, nothing out of sight, except me.
