While flying around the Alaska Peninsula and Aleutians for her short-lived regional job, Carrie spent some time in Cold Bay.
Everyone who lives or works in this region spends time in Cold Bay, whether they want to or not.
This is the community center, run by the City of Cold Bay. During this visit, in summer 2016, the running wild strawberry plants were fruited all alongside the roads. Thrilled, Carrie tried eating them, but realized that even though Cold Bay has a smaller official population than Adak, they are more big-city in some ways. The strawberries were filthy: covered with road grime. There was a lot more traffic in Cold Bay and the roads are gravel. So Carrie’s strawberry-picking adventure was short-lived. But she nevertheless made the most of her unplanned evening in Cold Bay. She walked all over town, visited the grocery store (with their walk-in cooler!), and met the staff at the clinic.
These pictures are assorted buildings around town from a February 2016 trip through Cold Bay. Carrie had landed in Cold Bay with PenAir and found that none of the airlines were flying over to King Cove, her destination. The PenAir staff offered to drive stranded passengers down to the dock to hop onto a fishing boat. Carrie blindly followed the fishermen/processors.
It wasn’t until the driver started driving over the water to the dock that Carrie remembered that Cold Bay’s dock is way out in the water. When we sailed on the ferry many years ago the ferry docked here for three hours while we got to quickly explore the tippiest tiniest edge of the Izembek National Wildlife Refuge. Meanwhile, our tent got ripped to shreds on the upper deck, courtesy of Cold Bay’s winds. That’s the little fishing boat Carrie would sail on from Cold Bay to King Cove. The Island Trader wasn’t very big at all.
Bouys on the deck of the Island Trader.
Why does everyone love bouys? Bouys in yards, bouys in boats, bouys in abandoned building, even deflated bouys in luggage. Who knows, but Carrie has taken a lot of pictures of bouys around Alaska. But we don’t have any in our yard. Alain thinks they are tacky. And everyone agrees they are targets for dog pee.
Anyway, back to Carrie’s adventure in Cold Bay. This is a view out the back of the fishing boat Island Trader.This is the door to enter the Island Trader. A view from the deck of Island Trader. The water got much choppier than this–consider this dead calm.
Island Trader‘s kitchen. They used bungee cords to keep food and soap from sliding around and flying. The fisherman were watching a James Bond movie in the kitchen. Carrie considered it a cultural experience, when she wasn’t enjoying the wind, rain, and waves on the tiny deck.
Many thanks to the captain and crew of Island Trader for the free ride from Cold Bay to King Cove.
When Carrie wasn’t sailing upon the seas, she flew on Eider Air, Grant Aviation, or Kenai Floatplane Service (yes there is an airline in the region with that improbably name…plane didn’t have floats though). Here is some footage aboard Eider Air in November 2015: