The Larry Chatman Collection


Foreward, by Larry Chatman:

I was stationed in NAF Adak from July 1995 through August 1996.

Either you hated this station or you loved it! As you can tell, I loved my stay there. The hiking was a very good way to get away from the monotony of the base and the complaining of those that hated it.

I remember many good times on Adak and I would like to make a contribution to others' memories.

I can say that I've scaled a mountain all the way to the top, I've seen the American symbol of freedom in its purest form (without a cage around it). I had a drink from a stream that has absolutely no harmful contaminates in it. And I've taken a deep breath of air that did not have to go through a filter to be purified. I didn't like having to go to work while I was there but I cherished every chance that I had to leave the base area.

Don't forget to check out the Panoramic Collection!

View southward from the south end of Lake D'Marie.  At the top of the little canyon is Lake Bonnie Rose, and to the right of that, Husky Pass.  
Starting to climb Mount Reed; here is a view southeast over the meadow seen in the above photo.
Looking north from a little valley just south of Lake D'Marie.  In the distance you can see the western flank of Mount Moffett.
Interesting wooden structures, probably an old boardwalk.
View east and a bit north of east, from the slope of Mount  Reed.  You can see Lake D'Marie in the foreground, Adak town and Sweeper Cove in the near distance and at the farthest viewing distance is Great Sitkin island, a sometimes active volcano.
Same location as above, but view southeast.
Was this your car?
Bering Hill, early in the morning with the impressive bulk of Razorback Mountain in the background.
One of a great many dirty little caves scattered around the island. Doubtless during WW2, soldiers huddled in these things watching for the enemy.
View from Candlestick Bridge of Clam Lagoon, sealions resting on the sandbar. View northeast.
View from Candlestick Bridge of Clam Lagoon, sealions resting on the sandbar. View north. Mount Adagdak occupies the background on the left side.
Heart Lake. Sure, it is cloudy and one wonders what that wave in the middle is, with no detectable cause. The Heart Lake Monster? Perhaps one of the lost jeeps that tried to ford it and discovered it is really deep in places. A stream flows into it from Lake D'Marie to the south, and the water then flows west to Shagak Bay. This forms an "L" wrapped around Mount Reed.
Razorback Mountain from the southwest. Randy Rain helped identify this photo:

From Randy Rain Fri Sep 14 13:02:38 2001
Subject: Southwest approach to Razorback
I'm pretty sure this is a photo of razorback as you begin the ascent from the southwest. I can almost make out the spot where Rod Poole, Harry Hale, and I spent a freightening night about half way up. My brand new (piece of crap) white stag tent threatened to give me a crash course in hang gliding at about 3 a.m. in what turned out to be 70 m.p.h winds. The three of us spent a cramped few hours in Rod's trusty two man R.E.I. gortex tent .... God I Love that place .... Great memories!!!

Lake D'Marie from the southeast looking northwest. At far right, distant, is a hill overlooking Shagak Bay. The notch just nearer and to the left is where the stream from Lake D'Marie, after passing through Heart Lake, enters the sea at Shagak Bay.
Lake D'Marie, similar view to the above but more westerly viewing. I cannot read the sign, but as the lake was for a time the water supply for the town, it probably is asking folks to not pee in the lake or lose your pickup truck in it.
"My first Adak car!" Cars and pickup trucks did not last very long on Adak. Maintenance was very nearly always do-it-yourself, the wind and rain ate the bodies and sometimes blew the doors right off the hinges. The road to Commsta (later called NSGA) had a series of S-curves that were eternally riddled with deep potholes. It was customary to go rather fast, shaking the rust off the car and drifting sideways through the S-curves with the tires just touching the tops between potholes. At slower speeds the tires actually go up and down each hole, beating the car to death. Adak cars hardly ever left the island once arrived.
Waves crashing on rocks. Plenty of waves, plenty of rocks, not very many places for a boat to come ashore.