Time to go! All the gear is thrown in the airplane and we're ready. Left to right: Dr. Bob, Bob, Haagu, Bill, Joey.
Note the absence of color or shade difference between the sky and the snow. Trouble.
Joey writes:
"Donna's [restaurant], seven AM. Early. Usual diner
fare. Weak coffee just what I don't need. Dr. Bob must be nervous,
cleans all our plates. Hope we have enough food. Nine AM Harris Air.
The plan is to be flown to the logging road, actually a few miles
from Tenakee Springs. Weather looks promising, but this is Alaska in
winter. We quickly load our gear, four pairs of skis, four sleds, too
much gear and one dog. The dog looks nervous.
Once in the air the wind picks up.
Rough ride. Dog starts to hyperventilate, Dr. Bob might be as well.
Wind gets worse as we get closer. Clouds lower. We're stopped. For a
split second we spot the nautical marker for Tenakee Inlet, but then
loose it. One circle, ten minutes and it's back to Juneau. Try again
later. Unload. Wait.
We realize we may be waiting for a few
days, weather gods don't seem to agree with our schedule. In our
confident push Bill sent his wallet off to Hoonah, along with all of
our street wear. We head off to find lunch dressed in our finest ski
gear. Awkward. We find a quiche place in the mall so we'll fit in.
Back to the airport. Wait. No luck. Back to the hotel. Try again
tomorrow. Dinner of mexican, good thing they can't see under the
table. By this point the Bob's and Bill are dressed in tight fleece
pants. Good thing tight pants are back in. From a distance they look
hip, until you notice the ski boots. At the hotel I get my first
introduction to spades. Odd game. Not sure if it would be fun with
out Dr. Bob's obvious passion for the game. Combined with his Howard
Cossel like narration and I'm thinking this could out compete
televised poker."
Better days! Haagu and Bob have not begun to panic yet as we haven't gotten our seat belts on yet.
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