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Shemya Island, the Aleutians
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This page is about a place called Shemya
which you've never heard of unless you've been there or know someone
who has been. I've included a map below. Shemya is a two mile by four
mile island at the end of the Aleutian chain, 200 miles from Russia.
We called it The Rock. While at Shemya, I experienced the 'land
of the midnight sun'. I was amazed to discover that when the sun didn't
go down, I didn't get tired. And, I find it interesting that I don't
much remember the drudgery of the 'ever-dark' days but only remember
the extra energy of the oh-so-lovely nights of light.
The weather on Shemya can change in a flash;
I have never experienced this rapid weather change and I've been to
a lot of places. After it snows it might rain or the wind blows the
snow partially away leaving the exposed brown tundra. As soon as that
happens, it starts snowing again, and then it's sunny. Or so windy you
have to grab onto others so you don't blow away. This all could happen
in the space of a few hours. You never know |
When I landed on Shemya (two miles by four miles long), I was impressed by the incredibly blue water, the color one finds in a swimming pool. I didn't realize that real water could be that blue. I could see seal's heads bobbing around and ducks, geese, and seagulls flying, as we drove around the island. The long strip on the left is the runway. One had to be an excellent pilot to land in the snowy, foggy, icy, conditions. Shortly after I left the island, a huge earthquake 'broke' the runway in two. The year that I was on the island we had many, many small quakes, but normally what they felt like was a big heavy truck rumbling by, vibrating the building rather than causing serious damage. |
Our workweek included Saturdays, so there wasn't all that much time off. I spent after hours playing paddleball (we called it that, I'm wondering if it was really raquetball?). I loved that game, and got really good because all the guys wanted to play with 'the woman'. At first they 'treated me gently', but after losing, they decided I might be serious competition which only helped me get better. :) There was a guy on base who ate a lot of garlic; he probably took garlic capsules for health. When he played right before we did, the court smelled pretty darn bad since the garlic would escape from all his sweating pores. I love garlic, but not this way. :) I was constantly invited to be the guest of honor at various
parties (at places like this...eeeeks!) Tuesdays and Fridays were our big exciting days because
mail was delivered (so we ALWAYS had air mail) :). I hadn't planned on putting anything about Shemya on this
website, but recently after a discussion with a friend, I checked the
web and found a very comprehensive site by George Smith about Shemya.
Reading that site and its guestbook led me to deep reflections about 'the
Shemya experience', and I was moved to share a few pictures I have seen a few of my friends since I left the island and I've thought about and wondered about them and others during the years. If you are (or know of) any of these people, please write me, Barbara Nowak, here: Larry Pack, Robert Stambaugh, Stefan Beck, Lee Jacobs, James Garlock, Elliot Boney, Ron Greene, Ed Cone, Stan Stahl, and Will Zettler. Col Ohlinger from the '16th' (who I did not work for and I wish I had, my experience would have been a lot better) supposedly had cancer, I'm wondering about him. And Jane Snively from Portland Oregon (whose last name is probably changed), visited the island as part of an education program, and I'd love to reconnect with her. If you know any of these people, or if you know me and I haven't mentioned your name, WRITE ME!! |
Sitting on the ocean edge in my parka. The rock is molten lava, and is very dense and black (thus the nickname for Shemya, 'the Black Pearl of the Aleutians'). The island itself is a rather big junk heap. When the U.S. left this place after WW2, they dumped millions of dollars of new/used equipment off the shores. One can see all kinds of junk including bullets and other kinds of ammunition, in amounts that are uncomprehendable in size, and old trucks and planes etc, rusted in junkheaps. It is called the 'million dollar junk pile'. It would have been more expensive to get all that stuff back to mainland U.S. |
Seeing a sunrise on Shemya was rare (picture by McKenzie). Seeing snow that landed horizontally, rather than straight down was normal. Fog was normal too as were winds blowing to the high, high heavens. Also, the water from our faucets was brown (orange). This was supposedly rust, and we were told it was 'safe'. |
I love this picture (by Tom Ryan) of the tundra. We were warned not to walk outside in it because hurricane strength winds could happen in a split second and we could possibly fall into fox holes (dug by the military during WWII) that were covered by the tundra and the warning was, we might disappear from the face of the earth forever. Note the radar in the background. There are no trees...the wind is often very strong and no tree can survive the conditions of the island. |
"Big Alice" (another creative picture by Tom Ryan). We would always hear the humming of the radar while listening to the radio or music. Upon returning to the mainland, I discovered that music I had taped contained the whooshing of the radar. :( |
This picture gives you perspective. You can see Big Alice in the picture above this one, and here you see where it is relative to the other buildings. The composite building is giant. It houses offices, eating facilities, BX, most living quarters, etc. People also lived in the dorm across the street from this composite building. Note my room, and my office. :) Nothing was painted. I at first couldn't handle the drabness, it all looked so old and creepy. I was told that because of so much rain and snow and salty humid air the wooden buildings needed to breathe rather than be covered with paint. |
This is a close up of the picture above this one, where I've pointed out the office. This building was designed by the same person who designed San Quentin. Can you see why? :) Note the totem pole, and the fact that the flag is blowing in the usually present wind. |
The blue (actually Russian) fox was the only animal that lived on the island (well, maybe there were mice and rats??). We were warned to be careful because they might carry rabies, and as you'll note, I'm being careful. :) I'm actually feeding the poor guy a stone.. That's Ed Cone's truck. Ed, are you around??? There were a couple of dogs too, but they weren't around where I ever saw them. |
I'm always impressed looking at a map of this place. We were very far from EVERYwhere; actually, 200 miles from Russia (and about 1500 air miles from Anchorage). The International Date Line bent around us, on a clear day we could see tomorrow. :) We were between the Pacific Ocean and the Bering Sea and these two water bodies meeting is what caused the hurricane-proportioned winds and waves. |
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