








by Jane Blaile
This place, named because of the wind here, is intriguing. As I walked through town along the coastline, I looked at the blurred sunshine, felt the biting wind, and wondered about the stories of the people here. Who are the people that get into these indestructible boats to fish the icy seas? Are the buildings and houses brightly colored to liven up the grey, snowblown winter landscape? What did the beginnings of Unalakleet look like?