We made it home from Cripple River Gold Camp after 36 hours of travel.  It took 36 hours to get there, too, but who's counting...

The terminal at Nome is kinda small, and the folks are super friendly.  Thought I'd just show you a picture to demonstrate how small it really is.

Bill and I took about an hour to get settled into our digs, and then we took a well deserved nap..

Bill worked the beach helping the participants set up and take down the beach boxes, while I worked in the kitchen.  

Got a good picture of a muskox on one of my trips to Nome.  Since there was no internet access in camp, I had to make the 12 mile trip along the beach on my day off so that I could access the internet for bill paying.  

A lot of things are different at camp since the last time we were there (2009), but as soon as I got off the truck, I felt as if I had never left.  A lot of the old friends were still there, and a lot of new ones too.  

Because the long time camp cook was not there this season, things in the kitchen were sometimes a bit confusing and even tense.  I simply kept my head down and did what I was told, and everything turned out good.  I made some of the desserts, prepped veggies, did meat and cheese trays, served meals on the serving line, and had a blast.  There was another person who was brought in the same time I was, and we had everybody laughing.  Don't know who was goofier, Victor or me.  

Bill had a good time on the beach, too.  His boss, Norm, was glad to have the experienced help.  We have both been told that we will be welcome back next year,  have filled out our applications, and turned them in.

I hope to write more about some of our experiences in the next few weeks, so stay tuned.

'Til later...

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