My First Week

This first week has been great, crazy but great. We got in from the ferry on Friday morning and had to be at work by 9am. I unpacked all of my stuff but it still sits in boxes around my apartment- which is huge by the way. I am living on the other side of the lagoon, so it is a bit of a drive when you have to go 15 miles per hour on roads that are not paved and have pot holes the size of basketballs. I have already had to plug up two tires and continue to fill them with air on a daily basis so they don't go flat. I have to order some more from Anchorage and mail them here. On Friday night was the annual PolkaFest and I went a danced the polka with this very nice old guy, after being leered at by fishermen at the bar. On Saturday we had another PolkaFestival and it was during the day so the kids were there- I met a bunch and they seem like nice kids- got to eat more food and tried all kinds of neat things like kippered something and halibut backs and head.
Any who, I worked on Saturday and Sunday and on Monday we climbed on the plane that is no bigger then a coffee table, see below and flew to Cold Bay.

From Cold Bay we got on a slightly bigger plane, everyone here calls it the "big plane"- it seats twenty five people- and flew to Sand Point for the inservice.

It was beautiful there and we went hiking on Sand Dollar Beach, saw seals, and sea lions, and collected petrified wood that looks like a rock now. The inservice itself was boring but I liked getting to meet new people. I ate a gumboot and tried pickled salmon also.

On the way back we got to take the hovercraft that goes from Cold Bay to King Cove. It is huge and it feels like you are floating when you are on it. The turbines are so powerful that you can't be out on deck or you get sucked into the propellers.