❄️ Alaska | Arctic Circle Expedition 🧊

❄️ Alaska | Arctic Circle Expedition 🧊 【-32°C: Beautifully Frozen】 How to describe the cold of Fairbanks? It’s coughing the moment you breathe the air, your eyelashes frosting within three minutes of stepping outside, blinking feeling like a struggle… 😷❄️👁️ Yet even so, it doesn’t stop you from showing a flushed face and an unzipped puffer jacket in photos — because in the Arctic Circle, a little (awkwardness) is its own kind of romance 📸❤️. ———☆———♡———♤———☆———♡———♤ A long yet fulfilling day trip: 12-hour round-trip drive 🚗 Heading north from Fairbanks, the Dalton Highway stretches like a gray-white ribbon across the snowy plain. Windows frosted, wrapped in blankets, we dozed through the bumps, occasionally opening our eyes to snow-dusted cedars and silent wilderness flashing by. Dalton Highway photo stop 📸 Jumping out by the iconic road sign, wind slicing like blades. Fumbling gloves off to snap pictures, fingertips going numb, yet still grinning with a peace sign — after all, this is the road to the end of the world 🛣️✨. Watching sunset in the "Devil’s Forest" during a blizzard 🌅 The so-called “Devil’s Forest” is a grove of dead trees encased in ice and snow. At dusk, the blizzard suddenly intensified, snow pellets flying sideways like sand, yet the sunset broke through cloud gaps in blood-orange light, dyeing the entire snowfield and twisted branches red. Standing there felt like standing between apocalypse and fairy tale. The beef noodle soup that wasn’t filling but was utterly fragrant 🜸 A stop at a roadside cabin, where a steaming bowl of beef noodle soup saved our frozen souls. Rich broth, chewy noodles, tender beef — though the portion wasn’t huge, in -30°C wilderness, every bite felt like redemption 🍜🔥. And the must-do Arctic Circle check-in 🌏 Finally standing before the sign at 66°33′ N. Pulling out that simple certificate, handwriting shaky from cold, yet heart swelling with a strange sense of accomplishment — as if we really had walked to Earth’s forehead and touched a frosty latitude line. The trip passed in blinks: on the bus, stripping layers to sleep; arriving, scrambling to bundle up — hat, glove liners, scarf, hand warmers, coat, glasses… like a repeated ritual of dressing and undressing for the snow. Leaving, the sky was fully dark. The return ride grew quiet, only the heater humming. Leaning against the window, I watched Fairbanks’ lights gradually appear in the distance, like stars rising from the snow. Turns out some cold isn’t meant to make you retreat, but to make you remember — just how bravely you once walked into winter. #FirstSnowOutfit#NaturalSnowParadise#WinterAsItShouldBe#Alaska#fairbanks#ArcticCircle#ArcticCircleCheckIn#AlaskaTrip#DevilsForest#Fairbanks#SnowyJourney