| "Thank God we're here, I can't believe it!" Shane Lundgren exclaimed at
Provideniya's airport. After enduring five days of virtual house arrest in Cape
Schmidt, enforced by a thick fog that made flying impossible, we had finally
made the three-hour hop [video] over
low mountains to the Bering Sea coast.
From a distance, Provideniya is a cluster of grimy buildings at the tip of a
natural harbor, surrounded by barren, sandy-colored hills. Black smoke spews
from a sooty smokestack, casting a pall over the town. Yet we were overjoyed to
be here, at the very tip of Russia, on the edge of the Bering Strait and almost
within sight of Alaska.
 
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