Two weeks ago, Daynee and I got a chance to travel to Wales, the western-most village in continental Alaska. I went to cover a news story, involving an artist in residence at the school, and Daynee went to record the local dialect of Inupiaq. Here’s some photos of our trip:
Daynee and I left Nome at 11:30 and came back to Nome by 6:00. It was a quick flight up the Seward Peninsula, over snow covered tundra and the frozen sea.
A man came to the landing strip on his four wheeler. We were waiting for they would send the custodian to pick us up. Instead this man offered to drive us into to town. It was cold, below zero, and we moved at 2 mph, heading up an icy dirt road to the village.
The rocky beach before us…
And Wales to our right…
And Daynee and Winston behind me, sitting in the cart…
We dropped Winston off at the IRA office, where he picked up a book he wrote with the Smithsonian– a dictionary of Wales Inupiaq words for Sea Ice. Then Deborah kindly drove us to the landing strip. The plane was jammed with food, pallets of soda and chips.
Then, we took off, Daynee, the pilot, a teenage girl from Wales, and myself. The sun was setting at 5:00 over the sea. It was stunning.
Until next time, Wales!