Looking out across the airport parking lot in Cold Bay, a place that we would become familiar with.
We were stuck in Cold Bay for two days due to high winds, which is very common out here. They were two slow days spent walking the few gravel streets and the stretch of beach, eating microwaved meals and watching too much TV from too high on the wall. We stayed at The Bear Foot Inn Alaska (I love the name!). Some highlights include walking the beach along the bay, seeing our fist fox, fighting strong winds and hanging at the bar... alone without patrons or a bartender.
Metro Cold Bay, Wind a blowin.
Wind-broken Baranov St. sign. He'd somehow be satisfied.
Disgarded iron works along the beach, part of a larger cemetery of no longer needed devices.
Crossing over to the wild side
The Bear Foot Inn
Center-pivot plowing
Three days later, take-off!
Wednesday morning we took off early aboard a four-seater full of our belongings and the mail, with a pilot from Kansas City. The flight was breathtaking! Miles of green marshy tundra, spotted with pools of water. The ocean. The clouds. We saw two brown bears walking out to the water! My first. The pilot said at lower tides you can usually see 15 to 20 on the flight. I was quite happy with two. I was holding Inde’s paw through the kennel behind me, what a champ she was through all the flying. Buck Laukitis, owner of Stonewall Place, picked us up when the plane landed on a strip of gravel and dirt. After loading all our gear and our pallet from Coastal Transport, we crossed the water.
Aerial entre veu, the village of False Pass
Final bank south, approaching Fasle Pass field
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