Eyeing these blueberry bar things at breakfast the other day, I almost walked away until the cook stopped me in my tracts. He had caught me drooling and daydreaming about the sweet goodness, "You should try one of those, they're like poptarts gone wild!" Well, when you put it that way, how can I pass it up? So of course I grabbed one. They were pretty good and it's a good thing I grabbed one because I needed a distraction in the field from all of the mosquitoes. Every time I looked at a picture I took, there would be at least ten mosquitoes on the lense. Does Nikon make a mosquito filter?? Those little f'ers wiggle their way into everything - nose, mouth, ears, pants (yes, pants)...
One of the highlights of the trip this time was seeing the Alaska Pipeline. Having learned about it in High School, it was pretty frickin' cool to actually see it in person. Spanning 800 miles and at least 7 feet tall, it is one mother of a pipeline. Even better was seeing the Arctic Ocean as we flew out of Produe Bay today for Barrow (America's most Northern city) enroute to Anchorage. As we made our descent through the fog, the airplane's wheels came down and I could see water and then pavement through the patches of fog below us. We were no more than 10 feet from the ground when I finally saw the runway - expecting to touch down, the pilot immediately pulled up on the throttle, sending us back in the air. "Ahhh, good morning folks. Visibility is below par so we will be touching down in Fairbanks." We will never know how close we were to the end of the runway but I have a feeling it was pretty darn close.
One of the highlights of the trip this time was seeing the Alaska Pipeline. Having learned about it in High School, it was pretty frickin' cool to actually see it in person. Spanning 800 miles and at least 7 feet tall, it is one mother of a pipeline. Even better was seeing the Arctic Ocean as we flew out of Produe Bay today for Barrow (America's most Northern city) enroute to Anchorage. As we made our descent through the fog, the airplane's wheels came down and I could see water and then pavement through the patches of fog below us. We were no more than 10 feet from the ground when I finally saw the runway - expecting to touch down, the pilot immediately pulled up on the throttle, sending us back in the air. "Ahhh, good morning folks. Visibility is below par so we will be touching down in Fairbanks." We will never know how close we were to the end of the runway but I have a feeling it was pretty darn close.
View from Camp
View of the pipeline from the chopper
Charge!
Some beautiful days in the field
Being picked up from "the office"
View of the Arctic Ocean from de plane!
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