{"id":54,"date":"2002-09-17T17:45:00","date_gmt":"2002-09-18T01:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/2002\/09\/17\/325-miles-up-the-dalton-highway-alaska-2\/"},"modified":"2010-01-24T18:17:09","modified_gmt":"2010-01-25T02:17:09","slug":"325-miles-up-the-dalton-highway-alaska-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/2002\/09\/17\/325-miles-up-the-dalton-highway-alaska-2\/","title":{"rendered":"325 miles up the Dalton Highway, Alaska"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Made it up to Deadhorse, the end of the Dalton Highway, but the only way I could find to get around the oil field security and get to the Arctic Ocean was to hike a twenty-five mile round-trip through marshy land in the cold and rain.  Given the fact that I couldn&#8217;t feel my fingers after just two hours outside yesterday I decided that seeing the Arctic Ocean will have to be an experience for another trip.<\/p>\n<p>Spent a good chunk of the afternoon in the midst of a herd of about fifty muskox.  It&#8217;s apparently their rutting season, and I watched two of the beasts duking it out &#8212; what a sight!  They shake their big heads from side-to-side menacingly at one another while backing up until they&#8217;re about eighty feet apart, then they charge full speed and smash heads, making a loud banging sound.  The two I saw did this seven times before one was thrown off balance and the other one chased him off.  Later on a big male was walking right towards me, apparently not seeing me, and not wanting to surprise him I stood up and starting backing away.  It was only after a few seconds that I realized I was exactly duplicating the rutting behavior I&#8217;d witnessed earlier, but luckily this guy didn&#8217;t feel like butting heads.  Another very memorable day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Made it up to Deadhorse, the end of the Dalton Highway, but the only way I could find to get around the oil field security and get to the Arctic Ocean was to hike a twenty-five mile round-trip through marshy land in the cold and rain. Given the fact that I couldn&#8217;t feel my fingers &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/2002\/09\/17\/325-miles-up-the-dalton-highway-alaska-2\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;325 miles up the Dalton Highway, Alaska&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[5],"class_list":["post-54","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journal","tag-alaska"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=54"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1286,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54\/revisions\/1286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}