They were excited when they got to
Moore Creek. This is where their home
base would be while they forged their 3 mile trail to their camp. They were greeted by the owners, Al and
Cleta, and started getting their cabin set up and their four-wheeler put
together. Their cabin was nicer than the
hooches in Nome. No electricity, no heat
and the outhouse was far enough you didn’t want to forget your gun. They wondered how cold it was going to get
that night. Dave reminded him they were
in Alaska. They saw a generator, but it
wasn’t running. They were a little tired
from their trip and noticing the lack of one amenity after another seemed to
keep them laughing.
The guys left June 29 for their
first trip to their site. They got to
McGrath on Friday and met the bush pilot the next morning. McGrath is only a town of about 300 and some of the townspeople were waving at the
guys as they flew in. Apparently there
is not much traffic. After getting some
coffee and a few high priced odds and ends at the grocery store the guys met
their bush pilot, Mike. He was sporting an old beat up pick up and
informed George he would have to hold the door shut on their short drive to his
plane. Oh yeah, you can see where this is
going. The old pick up pulls up to an
old bush plane literally sporting some duct tape for extra support. They said it took off noisy and landed
rough. The arial view on the bottom shows their claim in the middle of the picture. The top picture is the landing strip at Moore Creek.
