As some of the pics show, there is a bit of dust on the Dempster! (When it’s not in the form of mud!) Over the 550 miles northbound the dust became a standing joke. One of us would call out “truck ahead!”. The other would look out over the vast arctic plain and see a plume moving across some distant mountainside 5 to 10 miles away and respond “I guess that’s the road!”. A half an hour later the gravel truck would appear and we would crank closed the dash vents and windows as we passed through the plume.
Each night while prepping to camp we would sweep the dust out of every corner and crevice of the Rover. Resistance was futile!
In Inuvik we purchased some foam weather stripping to try to stop some of the dust entering the Rover. The First Nation guy behind the counter said “Vermont?!, that’s a long way to come for weather stripping!” Too funny, but he had a point!
We will let you know if the added weather stripping helps.
Did it help?