David Fiscus:
CLASS OF 1972
Hinkley High SchoolClass of 1972
Aurora, CO
David's Story
The plnae ride was long and boreing. There was no view out the little window I was resting my head on. The pilot said prepare to land. We could see the city lights off in the distance. The lights that illuminated the houses, streets and trees. However, they all had the same color--white.
We landed on the tarmac, or should I say whitemac, and pulled up to within thirty feet of a light yellow colored building covered with at least three feet of snow. The snow looked like it was holding the building down. Of course the building, if it was a building, had snow pilled more than half way up its side. There was a little door with a small light hangind from a metal pipe. The light's cover was ladened with ice cicles, some foot to two feet long.
The airline assistnace opened the door and people started piling out headed for the door. The were so bundeled up in what...Expand for more
looked like every peice of clothing they owned, I could not tell their age, color or sex.
As I exited the plane and went down the ladder, I got my first trueundeerstanding of Alaska. I had exhaled, but was not able to inhale the air that was specifically cooled to below 20oF just for me. The air was so cold my lungs could not breath the it in. I didn't know that one could cover twenty feet without breathing. But, the distance seemed like it was much further.
I made it inside the door just before having passing out. Inside where the air was heated to just below freezing. Inside where air could fill my lungs. Inside a great big tunnel of snow. It was cool. So, I stayed for five year. Let me know if you want to find out about how livinig was there and what it taught in preparation for corporate life in the biggest oil company in the world.
Have a good day.
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