Goodbye, False Pass

We hated having to leave False Pass in a hurry, especially since it was sunny and clear and we hadn't had a chance to get down to the old Peter Pan Pier to wander around the abandoned cannery, but there were only 35 people in the whole village (we saw them all), and Pen Air called from Cold Bay to tell us their pilots would be there to pick us up in half an hour. We threw our things together (which is more amazing than it sounds) and divided all of the equipment onto the two Cherokees they sent. Mami rode on one, us on the other.