Looking Back - Nome, 1986
One of the things that makes Nome an attractive choice for Bush living is the road system. In most Alaskan villages, you are there in the town and that's it. Miles and miles of unbroken tundra or forests stretch out around you. The only pathways are the rivers or coastlines.
In Nome--we had roads. We could drive out from town in three directions--usually further than you'd want to go on a tank of gas. We took advantage of this fact to get away from town and see some of the surrounding country.
Well, in the winter, the roads didn't go quite as far. Here we are where the Nome-Teller Road came to an end on winter, just a few miles out of town. Travel past this point was by sled or snow machine until Spring.
The treeless hills in the background give a sense of the landscape of the Seward Peninsula.
And this give a sense of the edge of town, looking south toward Norton Sound and Nome's main street--Front Street--that parallels the coast. The long, flat horizon is actually the frozen surface of Norton Sound.
And what Nome is famous for. I took this (in March of 1986, obviously) in the middle of the night on Front Street as the bars emptied to greet a newly-arriving musher and team.
In Nome--we had roads. We could drive out from town in three directions--usually further than you'd want to go on a tank of gas. We took advantage of this fact to get away from town and see some of the surrounding country.
Well, in the winter, the roads didn't go quite as far. Here we are where the Nome-Teller Road came to an end on winter, just a few miles out of town. Travel past this point was by sled or snow machine until Spring.
The treeless hills in the background give a sense of the landscape of the Seward Peninsula.
And this give a sense of the edge of town, looking south toward Norton Sound and Nome's main street--Front Street--that parallels the coast. The long, flat horizon is actually the frozen surface of Norton Sound.
And what Nome is famous for. I took this (in March of 1986, obviously) in the middle of the night on Front Street as the bars emptied to greet a newly-arriving musher and team.
Comments
Bet you had fun watching the racers come in.