The Road to Nome
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I delayed starting work on the engine until after 8:00 p.m. last night hoping weather would improve as it had on the previous night. It didn't, prolonging my work until midnight. I had a good sleep in one of the WeatherPort tents which was warmed by a small oil burning stove. I leak-checked the helicopter before its long day of foul weather flying then spent an hour or more on tedious paperwork and logbook entries.
By mid-morning I packed my tools, equipment, and a lunch then headed back toward Nome. The winding road was slippery with mud. I stopped at several places that overlooked Fox Creek to scan for wildlife but saw only rabbits. The continuous blowing drizzle deterred a hike down to the Fox which was littered with promising rocks and boulders of yellow-stained quartz.
Weather did not improve on the downward side toward the coast. I explored several turn-offs which provided access to the scenic Solomon River but only photographed an old abandoned cabin. Miles of tailings from old dredges would prove good panning on a nicer day. The early dredges were only about fifty per cent efficient which would leave a lot of gold to still be found.
The white crosses of a cemetery and a few scattered houses on a bluff marked Solomon. Of the half dozen or so of those shacks still standing, it looked like only one was occupied. I parked by the pilings of the old washed out bridge and ate the lunch that I packed. The nearby Bonanza Channel appeared to have reversed its flow by powerful winds off the Bering Sea.
The road along the coast toward Nome was long and muddy. The Dodge Nitro slid at times as though on ice, making the drive slow. The Nome-Council Road was a fantastic adventure but would be far more enjoyable under sunny skies of summer.