“Can this plane do any crazy movements?” I asked. “Like what?” the pilot asked. “Umm, well the only one I know of is the barrel roll.” “Oh yeah, definitely.” “Really?!?” I asked. I was sitting up front in this small float plane so I could see the pilot turn the Read more…
LOCATION: Cordova Ranger Station RANGER REPORT: Duck decoys moved (flown the coop) DESCRIPTION: One harlequin and one redhead EVENT DETAILS: 0900 hours “What’s a decoy?” I asked. “They’re these fake ducks that you set in the water, like a pond or lake. They’re weighted down so that when ducks flying Read more…
Cordova’s Copper River Delta Shorebird Festival is almost a month away, but preparations and plans are well underway. I’m excited for the festival. Even though I know I’ll be busy with the Pacific Flyway project by then, I still hold out hope that I’ll have some time to assist with festival Read more…
There are a couple sounds I haven’t heard since I’ve moved to Alaska. I haven’t heard sirens. I haven’t heard the steady rumbling of the 60 freeway. I haven’t even heard an ice cream truck or the afternoon call of the elotero man. Alaska, instead, becomes a stage for the Read more…
HONK Immediately, we started giggling. We couldn’t help ourselves. The swan’s honk broke the steady silence of the dark, cold night. We were in a pull-off near Mile 10 on the Copper River Highway and I could see only a few stars speckled here and there in the sky. We Read more…
As I flew farther away from Los Angeles and closer to the frigid temperatures of the north, I struggled to get my thoughts under control. I was definitely excited about this internship, but there was a creeping sense of apprehension at the realization that I was flying to Alaska. ALASKA. At Read more…