What a parallel world we live in!
We arrived in March of 61, two months after Dad went there. We flew from McChord AFB on a charter flight with the original Alaska Airlines to Anchorage. From there we also flew to Kenai on a DC-3 Pacific Northwest Airlines plane. We arrived to snow and ice and bitter, biting, freezing wind. Our trip to our new home [quarters that Dad had got ready for us] was in a 10-year old Army carryall [called a Suburban!].
Life was a real adventure there for a 11-12 year old. Our winter camporee was held out off of North Kenai Road next to a frozen over lak