Sprawling, industrial Deadhorse supports the humongous Prudhoe Bay Oil Field at the north end of the Dalton Hwy. It's a gray, windswept and pebble-strewn dystopia, with a skyline of oil rigs and warehouses. Throw in expensive gas, wandering bears and lots of mosquitoes, 54 days of consecutive darkness in winter, a permanent population of less than 50, and an architectural style best described as Stalinist Siberian meets Mad Max 2.
No right-minded traveler would come here if it wasn’t the end point of a truly epic journey. That said, a night in the military-camp-like confines of the Prudhoe Bay Hotel, with its industrial carpets and nail-biting, calendar-checking oil workers, makes for the conclusion of an exhausting road trip you probably won’t forget in a hurry.