Hoeman. J. Y. 1964--Aleutians 11 meet and go eat another place with them. I'd called Millers earlier. Hank is getting on--thinking about retirement. June 9, 1964 This morning we meet Hank and Jim for breakfast at the Economy Wednesday, June 10, 1964 Raining--we drive to airport, leave vehicle, fly Wein Airliner F27 jet to Nome over clouds. Pushpilot's wife (he now flies for Wein) with 8 months old adopted boy-Chris--sits beside me, ex-Chicoan, Alas. since '55. I hold baby a while and she invites me to dinner but I forget to find out where. Sewardess talks to us handing out illicit (on this airliner) propaganda for Rampart Dam telling us to influence the influential. I don't try to argue with her, but I tell my friend that I'm not convinced. The cloud layer breaks into hills and valleys of cloud and there below us is the Bering Sea, blue blck with white cakes and floes of ice. Time: 0745 Bering Sea Std. Time. The coast of the Seward Peninsula is immediately north of us, beaches, lagoons, the cliffs of Bluff and respectable snow-covered mountains way back behind. About 0802 we land at Nome, 39°F. and it doesn't warm much beyond that today. I'd seen a bird or two from theair as we came in and more as a limousine took us the very short hop to town, but nothing identified yet. The green Polaris Hotel has a chunk of sidewalk around it, but almost all the rest of the walks in town are boardwalks of 2 X 4 or other lumber in various stages of delapidation. We pass it and the big red-brown Bering Sea Hotel to try the North Star which has cafe, but they're full up so we go back and check in Room 9 of Bering Sea.