Ken booked a companion flight for me and wanted to show me a true Alaskan village. He has often flown there with his work and loves the town of Kotzebue. It turned out to be a great idea and I really caught the true essence about living in the Arctic. Although we didn't experience the community first hand and walked around on our own, the sights made up for this difference.
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| Kotzabue, view from our hotel window |
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salmon drying by the sea
Along out walks by the Chukchi Sea, we stumbled upon the many drying shacks where the natives hang their fish and complete their harvesting, a wondrous abandoned bullet holed Quonset hut, subtle colors that hemmed the disheveled huts, sunlit grasses along with feeling the immense extreme of the Arctic winds and cold was impressionable. |
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| love the subtle colors and worn look! |
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| playing in the fox tail grasses |
We stayed for close to three days; an hour and a half plane ride over much of tundra, the massive Yukon River, winding rivers and lakes, snow capped mountains was mesmerizing. We stayed at this sterile hotel (one of two in Kotzebue) but it did have a great windowed restaurant overlooking the sea, where sea gulls coasted in one place by the winds and where I got to observe hundreds of white caps. The room was brightly lit with the massive sunlight that flooded upon us. The power of the sea struck me as very full and almost menacing.
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| abandoned Quonset hut |
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| fall colors by the shoreline |
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