How lucky were we to experience another break up on the Kobuk! Too bad our little Flip camera wasn’t working or we could have recorded the soft swishing sound of the ice shaving off as angular chunks rubbed against each other and morphed into circles, or the tinkling sound of the ice shards as they clinked together. Lucky for us that we lived in that wonderful spot with the windows to the river. We could pack and keep an eye on the river for movement or listen to the VHF for “Ice go!” and head outside to watch; joining others from town to witness the annual springtime event that never ceases to amaze and call folks together.
We continued to sort and pack both at home and at school, said our emotional good-byes and “see you’s” and flew out on a cold and windy day. When we left this special place in 1986 we didn’t really think we’d ever return. But we did and we hope to again. Good-bye Shungnak, our Alaskan home.