Oh come on, you saw that coming didn't you? I mean, how could I, a Coastie in Alaska, not write about my shipmates who made sure a city in Alaska got gas? Not the kind you get after eating beans either, but I'm sure after Mexican night on the cutter that's what happens.
Anywho, in case you lived under some giant rock, the Cutter Healy broke through a lot of ice to get the tanker Renda to Nome, AK. Because they were running out of gasoline. I mean, in a town were gas is $7 a gallon, who would want it, anyway? In case you missed it, that's how we get heat up here. And in case you are completely clueless, Alaska is freakin' cold. I would know.
That's here, last week. Nome is hovering around -40 right now. Sucks to be them. Yeah, I'd want my damned gas too.
The Healy is also the USCGs only working icebreaker. Which, for some reason the government has seen as exceptable. But now, America wants to drill for oil in Artic Circle. I would just like to ask- how are you going to get there, since, uh, you know, there's only 1 working icebreaker? And uh, who is going to save you when another BP oil spill happens? Oh, you didn't think that far ahead did you? Well, I'm glad Admiral Papp did, and he's been telling you this for a while, but no one listens to the Coast Guard. We don't exist. Most people don't even know we are military. And we go to war too. And we get shot at. And we've died. But hey, we just sit around and look cool for Al Roker on TV right?
Alright, enough of that rant. My mom comes up here tomorrow! I am so excited. Thing is, she's seen snow twice in her life. Oh, I am sure I will have some funny stories to tell after this week. Should be entertaining to say the least!
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