McCarthy and Kennecott might be the most fascinating places we've ever been.
The best way to learn about them is to experience them, so hang on. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.
To get to McCarthy by road from Anchorage, head east for 179 miles along the winding Glenn Highway to Glennallen.
From there, turn south onto the Richardson Highway. The snow-capped Wrangell Mountains will soon emerge on your left. They are your ultimate destination: the nation's largest national park.
After 33 miles on the Richardson Highway, take a left onto the Edgarton Highway. You'll have smooth sailing past little towns and an awesome yak farm for 33 more miles until you reach Chitina (pronounced "Chitna").
Immediately after leaving Chitina, the road will turn to gravel, and you'll be squeezed through a one-lane road surrounded by rock walls. Now you're in for 60 miles of washboard interspersed with paved road in various degrees of awful.
You'll cross over the Chitina River, which is a great place to fish and camp.
You'll pass beautiful sights as you dip in and out of Wrangell-St. Elias National Park. You'll also do a bit of bouncing around in your seat.
You'll want to make sure you've measured the height of your rig before you set out, because there is a low clearance bridge is about 5 miles from your destination.
Eventually, the road ends, but you're not there yet. So your journey will continue on foot.
You leave your vehicle behind and walk across a foot bridge.
And then another foot bridge.
On your right is a decrepit pulley system that used to carry the locals across the river. That, along with historic cars and remnants of long-abandoned buildings will lead you to feel like you've gone back in time.
As you pass the community drinking water that you're welcome to share, you realize there's no city water out here.
It's a mile walk to McCarthy, which has a year-round population of less than 30 people. You find there are lots of seasonal workers here during the summer who fall on a spectrum from outdoorsmen to hipsters.
The latter is especially out in force tonight, because you happen to have stumbled across a Festivus party. That's right, it's The Roadside Potatohead's (one of the local restaurants) annual birthday celebration.
So you grab a beer and mingle with the locals while listening to the music.
Head deeper into McCarthy to rent some crampons ($20 for 24 hours) and explore its historic buildings.
You'll meet some of the town's more infamous population: its packs of leashless dogs (all sweet, that we met).
Visitors are welcome to bring their own dogs into town, so long as they are well-behaved.
Hop on the shuttle ($5 one-way) to travel 4.4 additional miles to Kennecott.
When you arrive, head to the Wrangell-St. Elias National Park ranger station to get oriented.
Kennecott is now a ghost town, although it was once a mining hub for some of the richest deposits of copper ever discovered.
Named for Kennicott Glacier, the name of the town was misspelled with an "e" on its official paperwork. Rather than letting the discrepancy confuse you, you'll see the "Kennecott" spelling used to refer to the mining town and company, while the "Kennicott" spelling is used to refer to the geographic area and natural features.
When you arrive, take a guided tour with a park ranger or private company. Or make your own way, as we did.
You'll pass by old buildings and "Caution: Unstable Explosives, Do Not Enter" signs as you pass deeper into the town. To see it at warp speed and somewhat blurred by the rain, check out our video:
At the end of the town, you'll find yourself on Root Glacier Trail.
After two miles, take a turn towards the glacier, itself, descending another half mile or so.
You'll pass a few other hikers, including some who camped out for the night and a faithful dog who walks hikers back and forth while waiting for his master to return from the glacier.
Finally you'll reach the edge of the ice. Sit down and strap on your rented crampons. You're heading onto Root Glacier.
There is no trail on the glacier; it's just yours to explore.
You'll find waterfalls, mountains and cliffs.
You'll find cravasses, caves and ponds.
The colors are unbelievable, and you'll find the experience of crunching your way across an ancient river of ice almost indescribable.
If you're wondering what a glacier actually is, it's years upon years of snow that have fallen in the same place and compressed into ice under their own weight. Under their own mass, they move slowly downhill, sometimes tracking for miles and miles.
Eventually, your weary feet will protest all of the activity, and you'll hike off the glacier, walk the two and a half miles back to Kennecott, head through the town, catch the shuttle to McCarthy, return your crampons, walk the mile to the footbridge, then go home for the evening.
McCarthy and Kennecott are remarkable places to visit. They're spectacular in their beauty, overwhelming in their remoteness (although the Verizon is actually pretty awesome) and fascinating in the lifestyle of their residents.
The closest equivalent we could draw to our own travels is Marfa, Texas, except the obsession with art is replaced with an obsession with the outdoors, and the heat is replaced with cold. But both are far from civilization, are home to a mix of independent spirits and hipsters, and boast a surprisingly impressive night life.
To get a taste for the Alaska frontier, take a risk, drive a bumpy road, and visit these historic towns. You'll find yourself wanting to stay a while.
Tell us about a remote place you've visited and what it was like.