Another trip to Red Dog Mine to check up on the equipment that we installed presented quite a different season than the one we left it in. It was now winter, and lucky for my sometimes touristy nature, the Western Artic Caribou herd was migrating through
Cape Krusenstern National Monument. This wasn't the ideal situation for our driver, who wanted to get to dinner on time rather than wait for caribou to cross the road, and it probably didn't help that I was taking pictures from the back seat,
but fortunately there was a small gap in the action after only a couple of minutes, so none of us went hungry.
Everything at our field site was quiet and calm. All ships have to be south of Bering Strait before November 1st due to sea ice, so this place really slows down in the winter time.
Just a day or two before we got there, a big storm threw chunks of ice up onto the beach, which made for some pretty trecherous beach combing. Glad I missed that one!
Oh yeah, we did some work too, but soon enough it was time to head back home. On the return flight, we were afforded excellent views of Denali and Mt. Foraker from the west-southwest, which was a new angle for me.
but fortunately there was a small gap in the action after only a couple of minutes, so none of us went hungry.
Everything at our field site was quiet and calm. All ships have to be south of Bering Strait before November 1st due to sea ice, so this place really slows down in the winter time.
Just a day or two before we got there, a big storm threw chunks of ice up onto the beach, which made for some pretty trecherous beach combing. Glad I missed that one!
Oh yeah, we did some work too, but soon enough it was time to head back home. On the return flight, we were afforded excellent views of Denali and Mt. Foraker from the west-southwest, which was a new angle for me.
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