“Hey what you doing here? Did you see Lisa on the plane?
Where you going? You with them other guys I come here to get?” Peppered with
questions while being enveloped in a big bear hug, there’s no doubt where this
jet has landed even through my sleepy haze.
There’s also no mistaking the season - autumn - based not on the clothes
or the temperature, but on the amount of camo clad men with big bags and big
mouths. One in the back row with me this
morning talked the entire flight in his loud mid-west accent. I hope all the animals hear him coming too.
Before I can really answer any of the questions fired my
way by the bear hugger he asks another - ‘what you going to hunt this
year?’ I remind him I’m a
vegetarian. “Hey, I hear a good one, my
food shits on your food.” I can’t help
but join him in laughter and tell him that’s why I wash my food real good. We catch up to the others - or rather, they
catch up to us - and then I see he was right, Lisa was on the plane. I wonder how she liked that landing. I was amazed the right wing tip didn’t hit
the runway, we were so sideways and bouncing down it. Not common for here.
The jet just started a new schedule, two flights a day
instead of three, and the regional flights to the villages haven’t
changed. They also downsized the combi
planes coming out to the region. This
makes my journey a little exciting, but companionable as the bear hugger walks
across the parking lot with me to see if there are any seats available on one
of regional airlines or if I will have to wait until afternoon and see if the
others can alter their charter to drop me off.
The first one only has standby but we see lots of people to say hi to,
some I have met before and recognize and some are new to me. The second airline has room, but is leaving
soon. I get a ticket and go see if the
bags are off the jet yet. They aren’t
and I have ten minutes to get them across the parking lot. And my cargo I sent up yesterday I can’t get
until the jet leaves again. But I get to
hear what Lisa’s destination is (Diomede) and that if she gets weathered in she
is going to sit down and have a chat with the bear hugger. I’m cheering for him on this one.
I make it onto the local flight with no time to spare and
then get lucky that the pilot recognizes me and holds up the flight while they
fix the manifest to actually include me and that my bags actually got on the
plane. In the air at last and amazed by
the tundra. It’s the same view but never
gets old. The first week of September by
my calendar but mid-autumn by the tundra.
The lakes look amazing surrounded by the blazing colors of the tundra,
leaves of the shrubs, and dark green of the spruce.
I’m the second stop on this circuit, one of my favorite
villages. No cell service for my
personal phone (though the first village had service) and my work phone is
being fairly non-functional. The local
agent also owns the ‘bed and breakfast’ where I am staying so I help her drop
off supplies at the other store (they also own a store) before checking in to
my ‘efficiency suite’. I’m on village
time now. Walking over to the tribal
office I get my first sweet breath of autumn air and it hits me that I haven’t
been getting out enough at home. That’s
hard to fathom with all that’s been going on in August; I think I just love
autumn or maybe I love changing seasons.
Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that I can’t walk to my job site
in my time to kill until the local labor is ready to start because there have
been a few bears around that end of town.
So I charge my camera batteries and eat lunch.
Village time is a good reality check, way cheaper than
medicine to lower your blood pressure….if you let it. Sink in a little bit and embrace it, just go
with the flow and be patient. Maybe even
learn a little while you’re at it.