IniZIHo de la Primavera

Back in the eighties, I spent some time flying out of Barrow, on the North Slope of Alaska. One day, when the visibility was well below the legal limits, we got a call from the grocery store in one of the villages (which were only accessible by air in the summer) that they were in desperate need of restocking their supplies, which were waiting for better weather in our hangar. I was asked if I'd be willing to try to get there in the fog. Feeling bad for the natives going without food, I agreed to try. The Twin Otter was loaded and my co-pilot and I jumped in, cranked up the engines and headed south. We crept along about 100 feet above the tundra and managed to find the place. Upon unloading, we discovered that the desperately needed food consisted of nothing but Cheese Doodles, potato chips and sodapop. That explained why so many of the kids had rotten teeth. I was not happy.