Mod has told you lots about the ride but he hasn’t mentioned that it seems to have taken the role of being a rite of passage to motorcycling manhood for some.
When we had finished the slippery mud bath back to Fairbanks and water blasted the bikes so we could recognise them — to the motel where I proceeded to do the regular check over and chain lube. A couple of out of state American men asked where I’d been and looked down cast at the answer “Prudhoe Bay”. Later one them told me that they were going to cancel their trip North due to the attrocious road conditions but now had to do it as they hadn’t realised even a girl could do it.
Hope they stayed on in the mud.