"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible." ~ T. E. Lawrence
Yesterday I was inspired by a friend to share a snippet from one of my writing projects. I’m working on a book about my adventures in Dutch Harbor, Alaska. Hope you enjoy!
The 727 shuddered as it dropped thirty feet in midair without warning and emerged beneath the low elevation clouds. The Bering Sea churned in shades of opaque gray and green, fifty feet below. Not one who normally becomes air sick, I looked out the window feeling ill as I stared at the rocky façade of a cliff that dove into the turbulent ocean. My fingers nervously fumbled with the latch of the seatbelt and I held my breath, fearing to hear the pop of loosened bolts. The frame of the aircraft was shaking and creaking from the stress of the strong winds.
Suddenly, rubber met tarmac and the pilot slammed on the brakes. I saw the metal coverings of the jet turbines lift suddenly. The plane was falling apart under the strain! In that same instant, my anxious fingers accidentally pulled the latch on the seat belt and with the lurch of the brakes I slammed full force into the seat in front of me. But no, the plane wasn’t falling apart. The airbrakes had been engaged. The landing strip was so short and our plane so large that the pilot had enacted every possible option to slow us down before we ran out of tarmac. On each side of the short runway there was ocean. And just like that the nightmare flight was over. Passengers cheered and clapped, grateful to be alive after a ride like that. Gingerly falling back into my seat, dazed I waited for the plane to taxi the distance of the airstrip to the single stairway of the airport. There were no gates, only a few small charter planes were parked on the tarmac.
The hatch opened and when I ducked through I met a chill blast of wind. The world was gray with a dusting of white. Rolling hills and jagged mountains covered in brown tundra and frosted with snow reached from the cold, gray waters to the equally frigid, overcast sky. Happy New Year and welcome to Dutch Harbor, Alaska.