I have always been fascinated by the extreme cold regions of this planet. Found this great photo online:
In 1965 (the year after the great Alaska earthquake) my mom, dad and our church minister flew to a small town in Alaska. The earthquake caused the river they were on to shift its bounds. Our church brought up a sawmill and a movie projector.
As we were coming in for a landing in the bush plane, we saw a bunch of people by the runway (grass strip) waving at us. I thought that they were incredibly friendly until I stepped off the plane and was met with a swarm of mosquitos. They were trying to keep them off.
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