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Dafydd Wynne-Evans · 12-09-2001, 07:58 PM

I was stationed at Shemya Air Station, at pretty much the tip of the Aleutian island chain, in 1982.

It's nothing like the most of Alaska, there are no trees to speak of... there are ropes suspended between the buildings, so you've got something to hold onto while walking between buildings (the wind gets a mite strong).

The ocean is visible when the weather permits.. the island is tiny!

I kinda miss it though, something about the harshness of the land calls to me. Must be Nordic blood flowing in my veins eh?

12-09-2001, 07:58 PM	#3
Dafydd Wynne-Evans Cakeman D Join Date: Nov 2001 Location: Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA Posts: 19	I was stationed at Shemya Air Station, at pretty much the tip of the Aleutian island chain, in 1982. It's nothing like the most of Alaska, there are no trees to speak of... there are ropes suspended between the buildings, so you've got something to hold onto while walking between buildings (the wind gets a mite strong). The ocean is visible when the weather permits.. the island is tiny! I kinda miss it though, something about the harshness of the land calls to me. Must be Nordic blood flowing in my veins eh? __________________ ------------------------------------------------------------ dwbrant@REMOVETHISGARBAGEusa.net ------------------------------------------------------------ Action is transitory,—a step, a blow; The motion of a muscle, this way or that -- William Wordsworth