After a few months in Kentucky, I am heading southwest in the RV.
By: joealaska , 7:08 AM GMT on June 10, 2012
It’s about time...
Summer has arrived in Dutch. It could be over by the time I finish this missive, and we head right into Fall.
Thursday night was one of those nights. Perfect weather and just beautiful. Best day this year. The whole town was outside enjoying it all. Gnu guy and I took the first real cruise of the year.
First things first. We went out Summer Bay Road to see if it was clear. The avalanche blocking the road was cleared by plows. They even had used a shovel on a front loader to reach up as high as possible to scrape away at the upper portions. Trust me, that hunk of solid slush was done doing any moving. A plow would have done just fine by itself.
The road was now open all the way to Morris Cove, as far as you can drive. There were plenty of mini landslides along the cliffs, but it was all passable. Further out where you have to climb one last ridge to get from Humpy Cove to Morris Cove the road was best suited for 4-wheel drive.
But it was OPEN! I last drove there in mid-December.
When we got to Morris Cove, there was a crowd. Maybe 40 people in two big parties at each end of the beach. This beach is my personal favorite, a nice wide sandy beach. Very similar to the beach at Summer Bay. It is the site of the home made public hammock where Gnu Guy posed just after he got here. Perfect for beach parties. Would love to stay a night out there with a big bonfire and a barbecue. Will never happen.
We were looking for the horses. There were certainly SIGNS of horses. Piles of them. But no horses.
So we headed back. A great night for photos. We stopped to check out the best eagles nest in Dutch. The signs are up around town near the Post Office and “clinic” about NESTING EAGLES and BEWARE! Well MOM was laying low on those eggs when we looked down. She looked up at us probably wishing she had a camera. Well I did, and will post the photos soon.
There was a couple of folk beach combing down below amongst the rocks. They had found a couple of buoys they were dragging around near the base of the eagle nest (which is perched on a rock tower about 40 feet tall). They then started to climb the tundra cliff with all of that crap behind them. Like climbing a spongy ladder. STEEP, but plenty of tundra to grab hold of. We saw them starting to climb. It looked like a possible 911 situation, but we left and came by later and they were safely up top.
The big boats are all coming through. Right now they are packed with supplies from down south. But after they go out fishing, they will return in a week or two needing more supplies. And that is where it kicks in for us.
BUMMER about I'LL HAVE ANOTHER.
Please. Talk amongst yourselves.
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