Sunday, June 9, 2013

the travel

awoke at 6am in the Pocono Mountains on sat june 8.  fell asleep at 11:30pm to the same exact storm that i watched out the window while in Cleary's room throughout the morning yesterday.  the same storm that i then drove through while traveling north through DE and PA all evening. 

arrived at JFK at about 9:30am and kept busy in the airport on the computer listening to classical music. to the smell of fried foods.

boarded plane to CA at 1:30pm ET

landed in CA at about 8pm ET

I think I'll shift to AK time once and for all when i get there

realized that when i have those "where are you from?" conversations with people while up there, i'm going to say the Eastern Shore.  They won't know what that is.  So i'll then just say The Chesapeake Bay.  just seems right for this trip for some reason.  I am from Forty-Fort though. 

this logic is similar to my whole life saying that i'm from Wilkes-Barre instead of Forty-Fort.  and when i've done any real far traveling, saying "just north of Philadelphia."

landed in Anchorage at 11pm AK time (3am ET).  The sun was very low on the horizon, but still did not set until 1am.  it then rose at 3am.  the sunlight had that yellow, mustardy, honey-brown, bronze quality for a few hours.  that's some golden hour right there.  in MD and PA we fight for the golden hour to make the nice photos, and it's only available for 30 mins, sometimes only 20 or so.  it was weird because it feels like that winter sunlight back home in late December, January, and February.

got a shuttle to a super 8 where i spent the night.  the guy who drove us there had a short buzz cut and a long beard. he complained about the drivers all around him.  called them dipshits.  at this point i realized that yes, i am in Alaska, but i am not on a different planet.  people complain about other people everywhere.  and the driving is usually at the top of the list. 

sunday morning the ninth of june now and i'm waiting for my plane down to Kenai.  it's just under a 2 hour flight.  i saw the plane outside, a 9 passenger plane.  it will only travel about 5,000 feet up.  i'm very excited about this.  i hope that Maggie O'Connell is the pilot.  yeah, Bob.  that's right.  maggie o'connell.  i'm sure Hauling and Ruth-Ann and Ed Chigleac will be there as well.  what was the astronaut's name?  i forget. 

right now it's about 8am (noon ET).  i'm thinking that i'm now ready to switch to AK time.  had a 5 hour nap or so.  The sun is up about as high 9:30 or so back home.  it's been that way since i first went outside at 7am. the temp is crisp and clean.  about 65.  no humidity.  feels like when you wake up in the woods in the summer after a night of camping in the northeast.  when the sun is up and about to start getting hot, but it's not high enough to get through the trees and it's still really cool in the forest.  i'm thinking of a particular grove right now along the Loyalsock Creek in PA called the Haystacks.  but it's like that right out in the open sunlight. 

the plane ride was indeed the greatest plane ride of all time.  for me.  it was a very small plane.  the ride was only 30 mins to Kenai.  not just under two.  the views were amazing.  it was quite exciting.  landed there and no one was there to pick me up.  i expected someone with a sign with my name on it.  someone to hand me a beer.  someone to ask me where i am from so i can tell them the chesapeake bay.  but there was no one.  and then after a quick call to my boss, he picked the phone up right away and happened to be four minutes away.  he was hauling a skiff.  something he's working on in his spare time to take out.  i threw all my gear in the skiff and got in the truck and we drove to the plant.  they call it the plant.  not the fishery.  or the cannery.  the plant. 



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