My friend Bill and I drove up to Bettles, a village north of the Arctic Circle to run our dogs. While it's normally isolated from the road system, the village puts an ice road in each winter to haul fuel and supplies from the Dalton Hwy. We heard a lot of horror stories about traveling the ice road, but the trip went remarkably well and I only hit one bad hole on the way in. Once we got there, the people we met helped us have a great time. On the last last day, we visited old Bettles. After WWII, the village was relocated seven miles upriver to where an airstrip was built, so now the original village is abandoned. All the old buildings are still there and it was an interesting bit of history to see. We hope to get back there sometime soon.