Eureka!

Eureka. I have found it. Someone told me that’s what it means. Regardless, it’s where we are at the moment. It’s on the map, but doesn’t have a zip code, post office, gas station, general store, cell reception or other amenities. Hardly even neighbors does this place have. The nearest one is Ed-the-miner, he lives three miles as the raven flies, and eight by road. What Eureka does have is a creek which serves us with water, and an airport. An international airport, even, abroad being Canada. It’s not so much an airport as an airstrip, but it’s where planes land and take off from far away places with such luxuries as running water and electricity, so by Alaskan standards, it’s an airport. And it’s actually our closest neighbor. Even closer than Ed.

The nearest town to Eureka is Manley Hot Springs, a small hub of nice folks from I don’t know where. The population there is all of 72 people (2000 Census), and it comes well equipped with it’s very own Norwegian named Espen, a guy who we’ve yet to meet, although we've met his wife, grocer, bartender, neighbor, handyman and seen a drawing his son Kjetil made. Being that there are now a total of three Norwegians living in the vicinity, it's practically as if Norway has invaded the place.

So, as I have little time to be online and I'm being consumed by about 50 mosquitoes, it's all for now, but more to come! Stay tuned, for the bush radio is now really in the bush.