Unalakleet.
An unexpected overnight in Unalakleet had me wandering
between brightly colored houses, cruising the frozen sea break and ice fishing
with an old man named Alfred.
The feel of this village is simply described as ‘northern’.
Bright and colourful in buildings and character.
It contains the classic clash of old meets new: A myriad of
dirt paths winding through the village with one paved road running the
perimeter; A fisherman with a 20 year old seal skin hat with earphones sewn
into the ear flaps.
The easy friendliness of children chasing after a bunch of
newbies in the bed of a truck, and sled dogs barking from their lots out behind
each house. Toothless laughter, ATVs, fishing nets and crab pots stacked beside
each shack. Not to mention the glowing sunsets over the glassy sea ice.
It’s safe to say that I loved this place, mostly because it
felt a lot like home.
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1 comment:
very cool - i haven't ever visited a town like that! hope you caught some goodies while fishing...?
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