St. Michael

Landing in St. Michael was interesting enough.  I was then greeted by my principal who was driving the school's rig.  It was... interesting.  Shedded seats, busted windows, and the seat belts are no longer held in with cloth but with high gauge wire.  Rough and ready right off the plane.  Here are some pictures of the locale that I will be inhabiting.

Every mile is a surprise.

St. Michael Bay

St. Micheal Bay

St. Michael Bay

She was a good ship.

Me standing on top of a boiler.

There are rusting boilers all over the beaches up here.  I figure once the gold rush was over they just left the ships to sink, this is all that remains.  St. Michael supposedly had 10,000 people living in it during the gold rush.  The garbage that we create here does not leave.  I close my eyes every time I toss a recyclable, there is no way to get it anyplace to recycle it.  There is a dump that is over the hill, I have not visited.  There is a large population of wild dogs that roam around the village, if they become too troublesome they are euthanized and put in the dump.  I probably will never visit the dump.

The seaward side of the island.

When the weather agrees this place is absolutely lovely.

If you have the volume up I suggest you turn it down.  It was very windy.  I am hoping there will be a few more days like that, so far it looks like I will have to invest in waterproof outer layers.  So far I have had a blast.

Fireweed: makes good jelly.