Nome, named after a point with "no name," no xxme. or Nome. It is.the final frontier, "Sin City," where anyone with a pontoon boat and a giant vacuum cleaner can act like a god miner or so it seems. At 2am drunk men wander aimlessly in twilight asking you for a cigarette, and well, you can bird until midnight and go to bed for 4 hours and get up and do it again.
On the way to Nome we left the airport during the layover to see a rare Terek sandpiper. It flew away why we were over Alberta, four hours earlier when the tide went out. As such, things didn't start so well on this trip but it was nice getting out of the airport. After we landed in Nome, we rushed when we got there to see the red-necked stint which I immediately put my scope on it but in showing it to Jim, it flew away and we never located it again, so sigh, that wasn't very good. But otherwise I got out of Nome what I wanted.
I chased the local big 6 in 11 hours, 158 miles and some hiking.... these birds are birds that only are seen in a rather restricted geographical region of NW Alaska, and I will have to bag only on Nome although, I had seen the arctic warbler on St Paul, the eastern Yellow and bar-tailed godwit on Attu
but those were vagrants there
I sped through these birds like a machine, seeing multiple ones and located backup places, the curlew, one of the rarest birds in terms of isolated location involved a bit of a hike up a hill which was long an arduous but on top there was quite a view and it took some effort but we located four of the birds . Yesterday the whole hill top was covered in snow or so they said, making it impossible to get the bird.
We spent a day driving the route to Teller Alaska and along the way we found both interesting places
We took a cultural activity on our day off with a song and dance man formerly from the upper west side of NYC. Richard, the next mayor of Nome, gave us a memorable day telling us the story of Nome and his rather interesting life. Richard IS Nome and without him, Nome would be a rather mundane place. We heard the story of the railroad to nowhere, the crazy gold miners and Discovery Channel, we heard about plays and music and it was fun, unfortunately we kept running into people I knew, like Jess Findley, young photographer who was on my Attu trip, and telling nude birder stories about me on Attu with a friend and another birder from Minnesota I had met, and we got some good intel from him from later and we found an Emperor Goose for Jim, his lifer #677