As we neared the town of North Pole (we didn't stop to see Santa), the skies above were busy with our tax dollars at work. The highway passed near Eielson Air Force Base; photos of the base itself are prohibited but not those of flying metal. We were deafened by a continual stream of fighters, tankers, and troop carriers coming and going overhead. Nary a nod to global warming or the looming oil shortage here. We couldn't tell if the odor was fuel or testosterone.