Last Spring my best friend, Chad, moved to Alaska because he wanted to live the dream of the rugged outdoorsman living off the land out in the harsh terrain and desolation of a place as remote and dire as Alaska. His wife gave him the extra push he needed to make it actually happen too! They quit their jobs, stored their stuff with family, cleaned out their apartment in Milwaukee, and flew to Alaska with just what they fit in their two rolling suitcases. They live in Anchorage, but they're up there and had basically nothing to get reestablished with. They had the balls to go out and do something crazy, and that's the kind of gutsy move you don't see very often most of the time.
|The wild and desolate wasteland... oh wait|
|I also want to go on some photo excursions up there|
|And I didn't get any aurora pictures|
|Only 68 hours, 3700 miles, and two border crossings away...|
|It's a little rough...|
|Is it bad that the cab to 100 yards from the frame?|
|Worthless 2.8L V6|
|Wouldn't really need that bed either|
I wanted to build a wicked rock crawler out of this thing with trimmed cab and a tubular flatbed and a roll cage tying the whole thing together. I wanted a 347 stroker motor, manual valvebody automatic, built solid axles with lockers, a built-in tool box, room for all my stuff, the whole thing powder coated and skid plated, and lights everywhere. This thing would be the ultimate trail rig... someday and with thousands of dollars strained through it. It'd be the Ranger to end all Rangers.
|And very multi-terrain oriented!|
And so I'd take this Ranger from the rolling hills of Wisconsin all the way up to Alaska and hopefully to the Arctic Ocean to see how far North I could go. I planned I would leave in the spring of '17 stay a year and a half (to experience a Summer, Winter, and Summer, because I doubt I could leave at the start of Summer), but as I learned with my saving for the original trip, not all thing are meant to be... Stay tuned