Here they call the road from Nome to Teller a highway. By Alaska standards it may be one, but not by mine.
Only the first mile of the 72 mile road is paved. The rest of the road is gravel with thousands of potholes.
Still, Nome is unique in the Alaska bush in having roads leading out of it. While Nome’s only connections to the outside world are by airplane or ship, three roads go to nearby villages from Nome, including the “Teller Highway,” which I took this afternoon in the Methodist church’s van that Julie and David Elmore loaned me.
I didn’t take the road for an easy ride. The fall scenery of the tundra and the wildlife is spectacular.
Teller is an Inupiat Eskimo village of fewer than 300 people who depend on subsistence hunting and fishing. The town sits on the southern half of the spit that separates Port Clarence Bay and Grantley Harbor on the Seward Peninsula in the Bering Sea.
Today on the road to Teller I got my first good view of the real Alaska bush. Spectacular indeed!