Back in Anchorage I awaited my next assignment and received word that I was to fly out to St. Paul island on a Tuesday and meet up with a factory trawler that was offloading there. I met up with ~ 7 of the boats crew in the airport and we waited while to flight was delayed and then cancelled due to poor weather. After letting my contractor know about the cancellation I taxied back to the bunkhouse with all my gear. Within a minute of walking in the door I got a call from my contractor saying there was a chance that we would be sent to St. Paul on a charter that afternoon and that I needed to go back to the airport. I reconnected with the crew and camped out in the terminal the rest of the day until we found out that the charter wasn’t going to happen. Since I had been told to stay with the crew, I went with them to a nearby hotel where there company was putting them up for the night. We checked in on standby the next morning ~ 5am and were told that the next possible flight out would be at noon. With the feeling of déjà vu we sat in the same seats as the day before and listened as the flight was delayed and then cancelled. At this point, the boat wasn’t going to wait any longer, the crew members were going to be sent back to Seattle, and I was on my way back to the apartment to await new itinerary. The following day I returned to the Anchorage airport which was beginning to feel like a second home and was flown back out to Dutch Harbor.
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