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  • special note re episode 999note: It was not the blood thinner that caused the problem.

    I hope readers do not conclude the blood thinner was a problem. It was not. I was proud of Andrew for offering to do the injections of the thinner.
    alan

    December 25, 2023
  • EPISODE 999

    EPISODE 999: ALAN SKEOCH EXPLAINS HIS ABSENCE
    alan skeoch Dec. 25, 2023
    Surgery. What went wrong?
    KNEE SURGARY Simply put my body did not like one of the drugs and told me so violently. The result set me back for a few weeks while I expected only a few days. The therapy will continue.
    I have stories ready when I feel better.
    alan skeoch
    P.S. “One of you must plunge this blood thinner into Alan’s stomach each day for ten days … that will reduce the chance of blood clots. Here are ten syringes with the syrum. Who will do the job?” “I will,” said son Andrew.

    December 25, 2023
  • EPISODE 926 SUMMER 1959 PART 5 “VESPER INCANTATO PEREGRINAM VIDES” (SOME ENCHANTED EVENING, YOU WILL MEET A STRANGER)

    EPISODE 926    SUMMER OF 1959:   “VESPER INCANTATO PEREGRINAM VIDES” (SOME ENCHANTED EVENING, YOU WILL MEET A STRANGER)


    alan skeoch
    Dec. 7,2023



    Our love affair …on an “enchanted evening” at a dance “across a crowded room”, I met a “stranger” and 
    “never let her go”.


    Some enchanted evening
    You may see a stranger,
    you may see a stranger
    Across a crowded room
    And somehow you know,
    You know even then
    That somewhere you’ll see her
    Again and again.

    Some enchanted evening
    Someone may be laughin’,
    You may hear her laughin’
    Across a crowded room
    And night after night,
    As strange as it seems
    The sound of her laughter
    Will sing in your dreams.

    Who can explain it?
    Who can tell you why?
    Fools give you reasons,
    Wise men never try.

    Some enchanted evening
    When you find your true love,
    When you feel her call you
    Across a crowded room,
    Then fly to her side,
    And make her your own
    For all through your life you
    May dream all alone.

    Once you have found her,
    Never let her go.
    Once you have found her,
    Never let her go! 

    Love at first sight sounds a little over dramatic but elements were true in my case.  Russ, Jim and I Were singles at a
    Victoria College,  U. of T. dance.
    Sophmores…second  year men …inflated egos  perhaps.  I saw her right away.  “across a crowded room”

    “Jim. that girl looks nice.”
    “Right,” and Jim darted across the dance floor and danced with her then returned
    “Jim, you did not give me a chance. I spotted her.”
    “She is nice, Alan, really nice.  Your turn is now.”

    And we danced.  The evening suddenly become enchanting.  We danced slow to something like “My Prayer”, cheek to cheek”
    and frantic to any lyric by Elvis Pressly”.   And the dance ended.  The crowd dispersed.   She headed for her residence and 
    we caught the bus to western edge of Toronto.  I did not even catch her name.  

    Latin was not my best subject but one fragment got into te the long term storage compartment of my brain. “Vesper Incantato,
    peregrines vides,” … “Some Enchjanted evening, you will meet a stranger”…across a crowded room.  The hit song from
    Rodgers and Hamerstein’s South Pacific.   Our Latin teacher loved to sing i to us in Latin.

    That is how it happened.  But who was she?

    Next afternoon at football practice our team was doing excercises running around the trcak a few times.
    Lo snd behold, there she was leaning out a window of her residence.  Fourth floor.  I spotted her.

    “Hi, up there, what are you doing tonight?”
    “Nothing much”
    “Meet you at seven at Wymilwood” (coffee shop for Victoria College students)
    “OK”

    Her name is (was) Marjorie Hughes,  freshwoman from North Bay, … a nice person for sure.  We clicked
    She became secretary for her 6T2 student executive.  A lot of people thought she was nice.  One boy
    even proposed marriage to her unknown to me.  She chose to take a chance on me.  Big risk. 

    We all have priorities in our lives.  My priorities changed in 1959 as a result of a speech given to
    Humberside graduate by th Dean of Women from University of Guelph. 

     “What is most important to you as graduates?” She paused.  “I suspect you have high goals….high careers in mind.”
    Let me give you a word of advice at this fork in the road of your life journey.”

    “The most important goal should be finding a person with whom you wish to spend the rest of your life.”
    Pause.  “Career is secondary.  Too few people are aware of this.   Your career might last for 30 or so years.  Your marriage, 
    should you be so lucky could last twice as long.   Be vigilant.”

    Number of my fellow graduate thought that was dumb speech.  They had clear careers in mind…doctors, lawyers, engineers, teachers, etc. etc.
    Personally I thought she was right.  I was looking for a wife.  University was secondary…no university was third .  Football was second.
       Adventure ss a geophysical explorer was new the top as well.  Until a geologist I worked with died and his body was flow from
    the bush in Chibougamau.  Suddenly this goal faded.

     But finding a person with whom
    to spend my life was the very top of my list.


    We soon got around to holding hands.

    Marjorie had come through a tough year in her life in 1955 when both her mom and her dad died.  She was
    a Grade 10 student at Lawrence Park Collegiate when all meaning her life had was shattered.
    ‘I went to school that morning dad died.   I was numb…walked back home. No one seemed to care.”



    Her mothers’ sister, Phyllis Morgan was a Latin tescher in faraway Norh Bay.  She became Marjorie’s guardian.
    A life changing event..  “All I owned was put in my suitcase when I took the bus to North Bay.  What wonderful
    years followed.   Chippewa High School.  Dances, Curling Team, Drama Club (I Was a witch), summer cottages, trips,
    friends..
    …life changed.

    Also a lot of boyfriends many of whom I met.  Nice guys.    
    she chose me


    My family was huge.  Marjorie became part of it.  Dad was unpredictable so much so that I never brought a girlfriend to 
    meet him until Marjorie. He fell in love with her immediately.  She liked horses and Dad had spent a lifetime at
    racetracks looking for the golden ring which  he never grasped.   He loved her so much
    that Marjorie could not breast feed our boys because Dad appeared at our house every spare moment.



    Marjorie became part of our family.  A big part.  She even spent  several summers as part of a  series
    of mining wildernes jobs one of which was at Paradise Lodge on the lonely Algomaa Central Railway stop
    72 (?) where she brought our cat, Presque Neige, and her electric machine which amused the crew
    as we had wolves howling for the cat at night and no electricity for the sewing machine.

    we had a very rich life ahead of us.  




    Love 

    December 8, 2023
  • Fwd: EPISODE 924 PART 4: SUMMER 1959 ALASKA JOB



    Begin forwarded message:


    From: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
    Subject: EPISODE 924 PART 4: SUMMER 1959 ALASKA JOB
    Date: December 5, 2023 at 5:09:42 PM EST
    To: John Wardle <jwardle@rogers.com>, Marjorie Skeoch <marjorieskeoch@gmail.com>, Pam G <pamlikestokayak@gmail.com>


    EPISODE 924   PART 4  — SUMMER 1959   ALASKA JOB


    alan skeoch
    dec. 4, 2023




    NOTE: OUR EXPLORATION OCCURRED IN 1959…THE PEBBLE MINE WAS DISCOVERED IN1987.
    Secrecy was common with most of the mining jobs.  And often controversy.  Mining is a dirty business.

     iStock prices go up and down. Investers in and lose millions.  One of the largest mine proposal in the world today

    is the Pebble Mine plan for SW Alaska. Our survey was on the NW flank of the Pebble mine proposal to construct 
    a giant open pit one mile square.  Hundreds of millions have been invested but, so far, no mine will be allowed because
    enviromentalists believe a mine that large would destroy this pristine wilderness.  
    streams would become polluted with mine waste…  Salmon 
    couldn’t reproduce.

    Was our work in 1959 linked to the Pebble mine controversy?  I have no idea. READ ABOUT THE PEBBLE MINE..SEE POSTSCRIPT.

    “Fellows, our contract with  Humble Oil of Texas is to see if this huge iron ore body
    has some chalcopyrite (copper) to make mine feasible.  The Japanese are interested.”  Was this a  lie or the truth?



    TO START the Alaska job we got instructions from Bill Morrison who would 
    be my partner for he summer.   Don and Ian were the other field crew while Mike Chinnery pllotted
    and interpreted the data.   Basically we searched for anomalies….blips on our consoles..

    TO SET UP the motor generator was the first ask.  More than a mile of single strand shielded copper
    wires laid out in a straight line grounded at both ends with heavy grounding rods,  The generator crested an
    electro magnet field that coulld be detected by heavy coils of copper wire hung on our belts.  If an ore body existed below 
    ground…deep below…we would find unexplained bias…anomalies..  Examining these blips was Mike’s job.  
    The diamond drill crews were sent to places we directed.

    TO LAUGH every morning when our pilot awakened on loudspeaker wit “Let’s get fucking sir born.”




    TO BE OVERWHELMED by the pure untouched wilderness inland from Bristol Bay
    and the shallow Bering Sea.   This  became the land bridge to North America during
    the ice ages ….. today a vast open expanse of tundra cu by river valleys choked 
    with tag alder an Beaver Dams ….cut off from Siberia by the Bering Sea.


    TO FLAG DOWN a helicopter among age old stunted spruce .



    TO BE DROPPED miles from camp on the open tundra which had been marked with pickets or bright red plastic tape.
     …base line 6,000 feet long  made of grounded single strand
    shielded copper wire tethered to our motor generator.

    TO SPEND each workday taking readings at 100 foot intervals at right angles to the base line.  The Turam was a Swedish
    invention thst coould detetect mineralized rock deep below the overburden.  
    (Note: This training in Alaska served me well.  In subsequent summers I was the only one available which led to
    fascinating jobs in Southern Ireland and he Yukon Territory.  Lucky…very lucky.



    TO CO EXIST with millions…billions?..of blood sucking insects the worst of which were the ‘white socks’ as Alaskans called
    the black flies that chewed away at us. They had little white feet hence ‘whitesocks’.   These creatures liked to worm their way
    into places where clothing was tight like our waists….or worse, they tried to get in our ears en route to our brains.
    We wore loose fitting clothes and mosquito nets.  Blood sucking bugs of all kinds made our lives miserable.

    TO SEE one Ameericsn diamond driller flown out to hospital.  His body bloated from bites after an 8 hour shift with
    no insect protection.  He never returned.


    TO SPEND our leisure time hooking Pacific salmon as they made their way up our river (stream) to nesting grounds.
    Huge fish often too heavy to lift and close to 2.5 feet long.  Ugly mouthed creatures that were turning red as they’re
    about to die and clog our trees with their bodies  much to the  joy of feasting Kodiak beas. This was one of North Americas’

    last stretches of  pristine wilderness.  Shoudl it be turned over to a mining company noted for poisonous wastewater?  That issue

    was up for debate by the Alaskan people.





    TO ABANDON our 30,06 rifles each day at the S52 drop points.  To stack them on top of the big red blankets laid
    out on the tundra spot pilots could find us for return trips.  Canadiansurvey crews did not carry guns “lest we shoot each other” Floyd Faulkner

    said on a previous job. “Living together can get tense at times.”


    TO JOIN Bill Morrison and take a few practice shots with the rifles which were far too heavy to carry along with our
    Turam harness, cable and copper coils.


    TO STRAP us together like medievall warriors.   Two man 100’ apart bound together by a 100 foot heavy cable which
    was hooked to two heavy copper piled tube and a battery pack.  One man was outfitted with a receiving
    console on his chest snd a large battery pack on his harness backside…and a notebook to record the readings

    TO KNOW that any contact with a kodiak bear would be bad news because the Tursm Harness was impossible to quickly remove..
    “No worries…Kodiak bears think we stink and avoid us unless startled.   They have lots of dead and living Pacific
    salmon that must taste better than us,:” said Bill.



    See Bill deep down in the river valley near our camp.   Perfect for wanderingg Kodiak bears.


    TO MEET one kodiak bear boy accident wile wing upstream when i should have been wading downstream
    …Bill was100 feet ahed of me and i interpreted te swiping mud spots in the water as cased by his feet.
    Not so.  A kodiak bear appeared in the tag alder brush.  He or she was not interested in me.   I back off
    and found Bill.   Sounds moe dramatic than wss the actual case.  he bear was distant and disinterested.



    TO PLAY with
    Aleut native yo-yo’s at midnight because there was nothing else to
    but go fishing if the yo-yos failed to amuse.   Camp life was boring.

    Perhaps dangerous as many of the Americans had hand guns for target practice.

    One of the crew shot a beaver for no reason.  Camp seemed more dangerous than
    the tundra wilderness.


    TO EAT on one occasion a piece of moose here with ventricles apparent. Yuck!




    TO BE CHASTISED after  foolish decision explore the tundra alone.   We  had finished our survey
    and would soon be flying home.  Nothing to do but sit in camp . One of the S52’s was about to pickup 
    a drill crew miles from our base.  I hitched a ride and figured  it would take four or five hours to hike 
    back to camp.   The land was flat and treeless . Undulating so I could duck out of the wind

    and red a few pages of East of Eden by Steinbeck,

    As the helicopter
    lifted off I thought — “This is not A good idea”  but it ws too late so I walked back to camp.  
     And I Got scared.   I was all alone and the camp 
    was distant.  We had never seen a Kodiak up on the tundra  but I begsn to feel uneasy.


    Occasionally an S52 flew overhead but could not see me.  A search had been organized.  
     When I reached camp
    the reception ws not pleasant.  “That was stupid , Alan” . I agreed…very stupid. 





    TO RETURN to Anchorage where Don and Ian got into a spot of trouble.   Could have been
    big trouble.  They decided to checkout an American jet fighter parked on the tarmac with no one around
    I believe it was an F – 104.  There was a metal ladder for th pilot to access is his seat..   Ian and 
    Don wanted to look at those controls.  As they were doing so a military jeep moved in fast.  Two or three
    MP”s took the boys away… Sort of arrested ?.  No drawn guns..  drove the boys away.  
      Later they were returned to our hotel after, I believe, a phone call to Toronto but I am not sure.
    What did i do?  I walked off the base and home to our hotel.   So much for US security at Elmendorf
    air base in 1959.




    TO FLY HOME SLOWLY when our regular flight was cancelled due to landing gear problem.
    Don, Ian and I were rebooked on a military flight from Japan.   Officers aboard it seemed
    Very serious…no smlles…no drinking.  We were the reverse.  We were ready for a good time as were 
    the stewardesses who gave us free drinks as we laughed and joked our way down the rocky Mountain
    coast to Seatle.  Bit of a blur really.  We booked into a cheap hotel and were a little surprised that 
    the three of us were wearing Japanese kimonos.  Mine is still around the house somewhere.
    Noody was hurt.  Just silly 20 year old boys.

    Ian and I  then flew to Vancouver where a relative had arranged a tour of old mines
    in British Columbia.  I was included in the tour but felt a little embarrassed.   Freeloading. The result 
    of the later  flight meant I was a little late starting my new life st  the University of Toronto, Vctoria
    College.  Did I know where my life was heading?  I had no idea.

    I suppose someone  had to hold up the Golden Gate Bridge to Vancouver Island.


    next episode 925    part 5   SUMMER 1959 MOST EXCITING YEAR OF MY LIFE….I FIND MARJORIE HUGHES

    Post Script:  the PEBBLE MINE CONTROVERSY


    The choice is simple:  Pacific Slmon or copper and gold

    EPISODE 580    PEBBLE MINE


    alan skeoch
    may 9, 2022

    It seems strange to have the largest gold and copper discovery in the world named after a golf course.

    The Pebble mine site in south west Alaska (Bristol Bay drainage basin) contains 57 billion pounds of copper,
    71 million pounds of gold, 2.2 billion pounds of molybdenum, 170 million ounces of silver, 4.2 million kilograms of rhenium
    then palladium and 31 other minerals.

    Price 2022
    (),$3 per lb. Copper, 
    $17.5 per ounce Silver,
    $1450 per ounce Gold)

    Uses of palladium What are 5 uses of palladium?  electronics, dentistry, medicine, groundwater treatment, chemical applications and 
    jewelry, fuel cells. catalytic converter,
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    So many minerlals that the Pebble Minesite has been declared ‘essential to the security and prosperity of the Unired States’ *
    (*US Department of the Interior, 1918)

    Pebble is a ‘mine site’…not a mine.  It may never become a mine.  Even  If Pebble Minesite would be the largest open 
    pit mine in the world.  But it looks like it will never become a mine.  As of 2022 the Pebble Mine project 
    has been cancelled by the American EPA.

    How unusual?  


    Pebble Mine is the common name of a proposed copper-gold-molybdenum mining project in the Bristol Bayregion of Southwest Alaska, near Lake Iliamna and Lake Clark.[1] Discovered in 1987, optioned by Northern Dynasty Minerals in 2001, explored in 2002, drilled from 2002-2013 with discovery in 2005. Preparing for the permitting process began and administrative review lasted over 13 years.

    As of November 2020 the mine developer, Northern Dynasty Minerals, still sought federal permits from the United States Coast Guard[2] and the Bureau of Safety and Environmental Enforcement. State permitting would then follow, which the developer expected to take up to three years.[3] In November 2020, the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers (USACE) denied a permit for the proposed mine discharge plan.[4][5]

    On September 9, 2021, it was reported that the United States Environmental Protection Agency had “asked a federal court to allow for Clean Water Act protections for parts of the bay.”[6] On January 31, 2023, the EPA effectively vetoed the project, using a rarely invoked power to restrict development to protect watersheds.[7]

    Background

    Geography

    The Pebble prospect is in a remote, wild, and generally uninhabited part of the Bristol Bay watershed in Southwest Alaska. The nearest communities, about 20 miles (32 km) distant, are the villages of Nondalton, Newhalen, and Iliamna. The site is 200 miles (320 km) southwest of Anchorage, Alaska.[8]

    Pebble is approximately 15 miles (24 km) north of, and upstream of, Lake Iliamna, and near Lake Clark. The deposit area is characterized by relatively flat land dotted by glacial ponds, interspersed with isolated mountains or ranges of hills rising one or two thousand feet above the flats. Pebble is under a broad flat valley at about 1,000 feet (300 m) above sea level dividing the drainages of Upper Talarik Creek and the Koktuli River.[9]

    December 6, 2023
  • EPISODE 913 Part 3: 1959: ON TO BARREN LANDS OF ALASKA IN SEARCH OF COPPER SUMMER 1959 ALAN SKEOCH

    NOTE;  So many things happened so fast in sumer of 1959 that it was a blur….Alaska in 1959.  I have tried seversl times to
    write in such a way as to hold the story together.  Very difficult.  Like the spinning images of a slot machine…all dissimilar.
    I was 20 yers old…on edge of manhood but not there yet.  Growing up fast.

    EPISODE 913     PART 3::   ON TO BARREN LANDS OF ALASKA  IN SEARCH OF COPPER     SUMMER 1959 ALAN SKEOCH

    alan skeoch
    Dec. 4, 2923


    DON VANEVERY, IAN RUTHERFORD, MIKE CHINERY….stopover at Saskatoon airport…centrast with the airport at Dillnghm, Alaska which was a shack



    MIKE CHINNERY, ALAN SKEOCH, IAN RUTHERFORD, DON VANEVERY at the airport in Dillingham, Alasaka



    ALEUT fishing base near Dilllingham.  Notice salmon drying in open air helped to dry by

    a thousand  flies of all kinds many of which liked to feast on human blood as we discovered.


    ALASKA BOUND- IMMEDIATE DEPARTURE – “DO NOT TALK!”

    “Don Vanevery, Ian Rutherford, Mike Chinnery ,  you, Alan, will be flyling to Alaska immediately,…
    Get packed…
    .one rucsack for the summer.   Bill Morrison will meet you in Anchrage and join you in flight to Dillinghan…South West Alaska, near 
    the Aleutian Chain.  Bill knows how to run  the Turam .. .  He wil instruct you.  We have American visas and work permits for each of you.  Best you keep your
    mouths shut until you are familiar with the Tram system of magnetic mineral detection.
    “Leaving when?”
    “Tomorrow.  You will be living in a tent camp with a 25 man drilling crew.  Secret location. 
     The Humble Oil people from Texas insists you 
    carry 30.06 rifles in case of trouble with kodiak beers.  Big calibre rifles.  
    Another surprise…”there will be two S52. Sikorsky helicopters, to lift you from one site to another.  Our contract covers  a lot of ground.  Tundra…treeless.”

    The day after or last exam we were airborne to Sskatoon
     via Air Canada then a connecting flight with Northwest 
    Orient Airline to Ancorage then a propellor driven Fokker F27 to the tiny Aleut aboriginal  community of Dilllingham 
    which sat on the edge go the Bering Sea 100 or so miles from Russian hostile shores.

    How do Communicate the adventures this job entailed?  Pure adventure…true no fiction.   perhaps stress of 
    conciseness…

    TO FOLLOW the spoor, the Con trail, of the B52 Nuclear bomber that overflew our house each day in 1959.  So high as to be
    barely visible.  Unannounced.  Lethal if angered.  Heding North west perps to Minot, North 
    dakota or possibly to Anchorsge like would.




    TO KNOW that nuclear anihilation wa a possiibility if the Cold War became a Hot War.  In 1934, long long ago, the general in charge of the fledgling
    USAir Force said “the nation that controls Alaska controls the world”…an 8 hour flight range to most of word’s populations.

    TO KNOW that our Northwest Orient plane was heading to Elmendorf air base where some of the 102 B52 Superfortresses were based.





    TO SEE the vally of 10,000 smokes where the molten guts of planet earth are exposed….Part of the Ring of Fire that circles the Pacific Ocean.


    TO LAND in ‘Dillingham on the edge of the Berng Sea about 100 miles from Russian missile bases.
    …a gravel lamding strip.  picture of Fker F27 prop driven.






    TO WALK where once so long ago the hairy mammoths munched their way across the 
    bering lsnd bridge to north ameerics followed by Asian people in fits snd start.

    TO THINK that another ice age could reopen that land bridge….the reverse of current climate change,

    TO BE AWARE that this job in SW Alaskan not far from te Aleution Chain of Islands largely empty,  
    stepping stones used by Japanese troops in World war II as a feint to draw US forces away from the
    real goal of the Malayan rubber plantations.

    Thee ALEUT people were super friendly.  I expected to meet many of these native
    people but never met any others which seemed strange to me.  Our base camp in the vast tundra
    was never visited by anyone.  We were strangers in s strange and empty land.


    TO PAUSE a moment to help an aged Aleut to his feet and realize it was  not age that toppled him but alcohol

    TO KNOW that this vast open highland of tundra was cut by deep river valleys where Atlantic Sallmon made their deadly
    pilgrimage to the headwaters of these virgin streams to ly their eggs for future generations. 

    and then die….their bodies feeding Kodiak bears.


    TO HAVE all these thoughts tumbling in my mind Like the rolling wheels of a slot machine.   Like lemons, oranges

    and bananas…all different and tumbling in my mind.


    TO STAND resplendid in my University of Toronto crested jacket knowing full well I was not even  a student yet.. A fake.


    FROIM DILLINGHAM TO OUR SEMI SECRET HOMEBASE



    TO BOARD the two Sikorsky S52 helicopters whose throaty ‘Varrom, Varoom’  eclipsed the’ slap slap’ semi silence of an
    Aleut fising fsmily hanging split corpses of almond ring racks beside the sea.

    TO LIFT off and ascend 2,000 feet with all our gear endangered by the button that allowed the pilot to drop
    the load hanging in a net below us. “We had to drop a drilling rig one time,  sudden down draft, It fell like a giant spear.  We never went
    down to see it impaled  in the tundra..  A stiletto gravestone.

    TO KNOW there is no button  that could drop us.  If the S52 goes down , we all go together.  No parachute in a helicopter.
    er.
    This is my partner Bill Morrison sitting on the helicopter floor with his feet in open air at 2000 feet up.  


    TO SIT on the copters’ floor with feet extended through the open in the sure and certain knowledge of our immortality.

    TO HOVERt then set softly down.  A neat two rows of tents …  specially darkened canvas  to 
    simulate nightfall in the land the Minot Sun. our new home.  Remote, isolated, secret.


    We arrived in our camp in mid June…lots of snow in river valley was used as a refrigersterfor our moose meat diet which I hated to eat.
    Our camp is that patch of brown.  thirty of us…25 americsndrillers, 5 Canadians to spot drill sites…a vast and semi-secret ore body benesth the tundra.




    Midnight and all asleep.  We had to build a wood sidewalk as the tundra ben  to thaw out from foot traffic.
    Garbage set out in garbage pail.    The garbage truck never came (a joke)


    END  Part 3  — SUMMER 1959 ALASKAN ADVENTURE BEGINS

    NEST
    PART 4:  SUMMER 1959  ALAKAN ADVENTUE CONTINUED

    POST SCRIPT


    ELMENDORF AIR BASE ANCHORAGE ALASKA  – STRATEGIC AIR COMMAND

    (WIKIPEDIA)  Following World War II, Elmendorf assumed an increasing role in the defense of North America as the uncertain wartime relations between the United States and the Soviet Union deteriorated into the Cold War. The Eleventh Air Force was redesignated as the Alaskan Air Command (AAC) on 18 December 1945. The Alaskan Command, established 1 January 1947, also headquartered at Elmendorf, was a unified command under the Joint Chiefs of Staff based on lessons learned during World War II when a lack of unity of command hampered operations to drive the Japanese from the western Aleutian Islands of Attu and Kiska.

    The uncertain world situation in late 1940s and early 1950s caused a major buildup of air defense forces in Alaska. The propeller-driven P-51s were replaced with F-80 jets, which in turn were replaced in succession by F-94s, F-89s, and F-102s interceptor aircraft for defense of North America. The Air Force built an extensive aircraft control and warning radar system with sites located throughout Alaska’s interior and coastal regions. Additionally, the USAF of necessity built the White Alice Communications System (with numerous support facilities around the state) to provide reliable communications to these far-flung, isolated, and often rugged locales. The Alaskan NORAD Regional Operations Control Center (ROCC) at Elmendorf served as the nerve center for all air defense operations in Alaska.

    The U.S. Air Force Security Service (USAFSS) activated the 6981st Security Group tasked with monitoring, collecting and interpreting signals intelligenceof concern to the region, including installation of an AN/FLR-9 antenna array as part of a worldwide network known collectively as “Iron Horse”.

    Air defense forces reached their zenith in 1957 with almost 200 fighter aircraft assigned to six fighter interceptor squadrons located at Elmendorf AFB and Ladd AFB. Eighteen aircraft control and warning radar sites controlled their operations. Elmendorf earned the motto “Top Cover for North America”. AAC adopted the motto as its own in 1969.

    THE BOEING B52 NUCLEAR  ARMED HEAVY BOMBERS



    B52’s first came off assembly line in 1955.  By 1962 there were 104 B52’s flying.
    During the Cold War there were always some B52’s in the skies each armed with nuclear weapons.  The B52 was expectedto have a lifetime of 20 years.  Today 76 of the original 104 remain
    in service. constantly upgraded.  In he 1959 we could look up in the sky each afternoon and see the con trail of a B52 en route to Minot , North Dakota.  perhaps even continuing north west 
    to Elmendorf Strategic Air Command base near Anchorafe, Alaska. 

    When we landed at Ancorage in June 1959, I do not remember seeing B52 on the ground.

    In seven years or so, if everything goes according to plan, the U.S. Air Force should get what looks like a new bomber. A Boeing B-52 with new engines, new radios, new jammers, a new radar and fresh structural components. Even its profile might be new if the Air Force opts to remove redundant sensor pods.

    The youngest B-52 left Boeing’s Wichita factory in 1962, meaning the 76 B-52Hs that remain in service are, technically, at least 59 years old. They’ll be at least 66 years old in 2028, the year Boeing and engine-maker Rolls-Royce plan to redeliver the first bomber with new F130 engines replacing the 1960s-vintage TF33s.

    The Air Force finally announced the long-expected engine contract last week. Once the F130s are underwing, very little of a B-52 will be in i


    Strategic Air Command (SAC) was a United States Department of Defense Specified Command and a United States Air Force (USAF) Major Command responsible for command and control of the strategic bomber and intercontinental ballistic missile components of the United States military’s strategic nuclear forces from 1946 to 1992. SAC was also responsible for the operation of strategic reconnaissance aircraft and airborne command post aircraft as well as most of the USAF’s aerial refueling fleet, including aircraft from the Air Force Reserve (AFRES) and Air National Guard(ANG).

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