Nome : Seasons

Nome : Seasons

It’s been a year since I’ve updated. In that year I’ve had a few downs and ups and done a wee bit more exploring, mostly away from Nome. Since last May, I’ve visited New Orleans, the North Carolina’s Outer Banks, Boston, Spain’s Barcelona, France’s Paris, and London in the UK. In my opinion, Nome, or perhaps Alaska in general, has some of the least pretty sights of man-made infrastructure, but some of the most lovely wild places, still preserved.

Here are a few bits of the lovely in the last year from around Nome.

May 2023:

June 2023

July 2023

August 2023

September 2023

October 2023

November 2023

December 2023

January 2024

February 2024

March 2024

April 2024 – I missed the first half while in Europe, but only missed 2 or 3 blizzards.

May 2024

June 2024

If you made it to the end of this crazy post, I’m impressed, because even my blog editor was trying to quit long before with all these pictures. I hope you got a little taste of what makes Nome so special and why we love it so.

Return of the Sun

Return of the Sun

I drove out last weekend to catch the sunrise. Our January was full of crisp, clear days with many blue skies and temps ranging from 34°F to -24°F!

We’ve had our share of brisk winds in January, dropping the temp much further than the thermometer shows. This last Saturday I drove to the “end of the road maintenance” sign, sat there for a while and ventured about a mile beyond to a high point of the Nome-Council road. The gravel road’s snow cover has been packed down to a width of 1.5lanes, just enough to comfortably trek out and not panic if a vehicle came at you from the opposite direction.
I hopped out of my 4Runner and regretted my “high point” location decision, as the wind-chill was far greater than the area closer to the beach. I covered every inch of me with multiple layers, but sadly still had to remove my gloves to set up my camera and tripod.

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Left: Snowmachiner taking their wooden basket sled out to camp.
Top: Cabin at Fort Davis area, frozen Bering Sea beyond
Bottom: Sledge Island in the distance, cabins “camp” in the middle.
Here comes the sun!

I stood in the middle of the empty road, checking every couple minutes for vehicles that never came. Saturday mornings in Nome are usually pretty quiet. I watched the sun rise above the frozen Bering Sea, casting long rays of warm light over frigid tundra. When I could no longer feel my fingers or my face, I packed up and climbed back into the Toyota, heading for home.

I passed almost a dozen snowmachiners on my way back into town, some with guns slung on their backs/fronts, some with passengers, some with cargo sleds. I passed a gang of trash-ravens flying to find their morning spoils (we’ve been having some refuse-removal delays the last month or so). I passed two fat-bikers, (not fat bikers) and a gutsy runner in the negative temps.

Frozen Selfie! 🥶

Nome winters are not for the faint-of-heart, but the adventurer in me loves the seasonal changes and “only in Nome” moments that always occur. Yesterday my coworker and I had to rally up a bank of a main road because the two closest access streets were completely drifted close, with stuck vehicles in the middle. The drift on one was +6 feet high!

Whenever I speak with lower-48 folks about Alaska and they mention the “6 months of dark,” it’s hard to explain the interesting phenomenon that is “losing and gaining daylight” to the extreme that Alaska sees. I always rejoice when I can finally get off work and the sun has not yet set. It’s even more a blessing when I can drive to work in daylight. 🙂

Today our outpatient clinic was closed thanks to a huge windstorm regularly gusting to 50mph that has also knocked out our internet and created more huge drifts. So I snuggled up on the couch with books and cups of coffee, looking forward to more sunny days and upcoming opportunities to be out and about in it.