happen there, and walking around the streets of barrow, you could run into amelia ehrhardt and jim morrisonel like alaska is the no snitching state. nobody's talking. it's another beautiful but brutally cold morning in barrow, and instead of walking around and risking hypothermia, i decided to reunite with an old friend. jc, glad to see you. >> it's 7 below. >> with the windchill factor, feels like a million below. you know what i am doing today? dogsledding. you have ever been? >> no. >> the way you are laughing, i feel like it's a bad idea. in my conversation with mike schultz, he talked about how the native people are losing their traditions, and i saw no better example than dogsledding, and i met with the lash musher in town. >> yeah, sad but true, slowly whittled down over the years. >> how long you have lived in barrow? >> since 1986. >> when you got here, were there other sledders? >> yeah, other teams. they kind of all switched over to snow machines. >> hope you don't take this the wrong way, and you are the last dogsledder, and you seem to be -- how do i say this, not a native. >>