This is again from the plane, a great shot of the tundra still frozen.
The edge of Scammon Bay (another village). Look at that sky!
From inside of the plane. As you can see, it is intimate!
Me in my gear!
Another installment from the book:
About mid way through winter, Susana decided to close down her bed and breakfast. I was left with finding new accommodations. The weather had become too harsh even for a seasoned transplant and she closed shop and headed for more palatable weather. Finally, a new room was located, however, it wasn’t particularly clean, the water disgustingly orange/brown with a smell I found especially nauseating and the heat and hot water sometimes didn’t work. I had kitchen privileges and shared a bathroom with several other women. There were laundry facilities there also, however, soon my clothes all took on an orange tinge that wouldn’t leave and the smell clung to every fiber. I found myself constantly seeking something to drink.
There had been a kind of insulation at Susana’s. Most of the people who stayed there were somehow connected to the schools, as I was. But this was not the case at the new house. There were women there from all walks of life. Their stories were frequently dubious and I spent more and more time in my room. One Native woman was there, having left her small children in Idaho. She missed the Bethel culture. Another was transplanted from Baltimore, stating very loudly she was fed up with America and decided to leave it so she came to Alaska.
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