17 All Our Happy Days Are StupidThe bounce of the wheels on the rough tarmac of the Cold Bay Airport woke me up. I was groggy, and it took me a few moments to realize where I was. The weather outside was gray, and rain streaked the windows. Cold Bay Airport consisted of a single boxy two-story building, the two runways, and not much else. A couple of small private planes were parked on the edge of the paved area, and we taxied over alongside them.
Captain Reynolds came out of the cockpit. “I just heard the tower talking to the Albatross, it should be here in about twenty minutes. Chan, while you were asleep, we discussed how to handle the transition. There is not much here. We decided we’ll fly with you to Dutch Harbor, where there are a couple of hotels. We are all booked in at the Gran
