Simply put, we drove north until we found a spot that 'Chose Us.' Not to sound all hippy dippy, but we just headed towards the Arctic Circle, checking out the sites, and looking off either side of the highway for crazy ridgelines to ride. Suddenly, the one appeared, a huge horseshoe shaped crescent of radness. A tight little lane hooked left off the highway, we drove up it and found ourselves in a clearing with a tinkling little creek meandering by. Time to set up camp, then go for our evening ride.