Logbook: Wasilla to Nuiqsut, ultimate goal, Cross Island, final entry: caribou cooking

I arrived about three hours ago and came over to the house of Edward Nukapigak and entered to the tantalizing aroma of caribou frying. Qipi was cooking. It proved as delicious as the aroma suggested. Edward showed me harpoon head, made by brother Jonah and Eric Leavitt. They landed a bowhead with it 'in 98. Here, people live from the land and the sea, as their ancestors have for millennia. Tools and methods adapt to time and circumstance, but the fundamental need for the food that nourished and formed them remains the same. Very weak, unreliable, cell reception trickles over to Cross Island from Prudhoe Bay. If you stand on top of a cabin you can sometimes pick it up and sometimes you can't. I am certain it is not going to be strong enough to transmit Instagram or blog posts so after we leave here, probably Friday according to the latest marine forecast, my posts will stop for awhile.

Logbook: Wasilla to Nuiqsut, ultimate goal, Cross Island, entry 5: approaching Nuiqsut

Approaching Nuiqsut. Kuukpik River (Coleville) below. 

Logbook: Made it onto plane to Nuiqsut - just barely

No time to explain. Fly out of signal quick - if not already.

Logbook: Wasilla to Nuiqsut, ultimate goal Cross Island, entry 4: Delay:

We still sit on the ground in Anchorage. They say 10 to 15 minute delay, but I'm pretty sure it's already been that. I only have 40 minutes from landing in Deadhorse to my Era flight to Nuiqsut, so I hope they make that time up somewhere.

Logbook: Wasilla to Nuiqsut, ultimate goal Cross Island, entry 3: The face of an old friend

Alaska Airlines, Ted Stevens International Airport. Hello old friend, I've come to fly with you again. Wish I were flying myself, but until I find the means to get another plane, you will have to do.