Our hike began around 1030 am local Alaska time the morning of Saturday, November 9th. It was a brisk 47 degrees with a moderate chance of rain later in the afternoon. Online research showed it was not far from the road. We were eager to find the site so we would at least be covered before the rain hit.
On arrival the lake is picturesque, surrounded by dense pine trees, with small flocks of Alaskan Snow Geese coming and going. A low layer of dense fog hovers just above the tree tops shrouding the forest with an eerie mist.
From the parking area on the north side of the lake there was no visible entrance or trail. We gathered our equipment, got a bearing, and headed off into the woods in the general direction of where we thought the bunkers would be. With any luck we would stumble upon it. A small sign that read “Private Property” was our only warning.
Past the initial few feet of dense foliage the forest opens up into a lush hilly landscape of tall Pine trees and mossy ground. Small creeks divide the terrain into small green islands, each with its own unique features. For a few moments at a time I feel like the first person ever to step foot in that place. A traveler to a different time, a prehistoric time, ripe with possibilities.
As we trek onward the mist collects and drips from the forest canopy. Everything hangs heavy with a moist laziness that begs you stop and rest. Your energy draining with every step. The soft mossy landscape calling you to curl up and sleep in its cozy embrace forever. Those of weaker will would surely succumb to the siren song of the forest, but we press on, desperate to learn the secrets hidden within.
After what seemed like a lifetime it becomes clear that some supernatural force has been onto us from the start. Luring us deeper and deeper and in the wrong direction. We were so distracted by the beauty of our surroundings we had neglected to check our course. After regaining our senses and our current position it becomes clear that an uphill and direct route is our only hope of escape, and possible salvage of our original goal.
We make our way on our new course up and over the steep hilly terrain ahead. Signs of civilization that once existed long ago now serve as positive signs of progress made.
A few yards ahead, a trail is spotted for the first time. Yet another positive sign of progress made. We meet the trail and are happy to follow its smooth flat direction for a few minutes when we realize we are back where we started. The forest had successfully sent us in a giant circle. Now more than ever we were determined to locate the hidden bunker.
The fact that 3 master navigators had failed to locate a simple concrete structure that has stood in the same spot since WWII begged the questions; what supernatural force was behind this deception, and why?
We enlisted the help of a local guide to aid in our quest. His help would prove invaluable to our success. Following his direction we moved our starting point to the southern end of the lake. The quest began again.
Signs of civilization are abundant on our new trail when finally we happen upon our first real hint that were headed in the right direction. Man made fox holes, gun placements, and ammo cashes litter the mountain side. Once aimed directly at Women's Bay and the small town of Kodiak, the weapons here would have been a formidable force to overcome by invading armies.
A few twists and turns more down the once busy jeep trail connecting the structures leads us to the prize we had been seeking from the start. The hillside entrance to the bunker barracks that housed the soldiers ready to defend this important island port from foreign invasion and attack.
The air inside is thick with dust. Everything metal wrapped in rust. The original paint peels from the walls and is replaced by more recent graffiti. Signs left behind likely by youths due to the content. The local guide mentioned the possibility of Russian markings, but I could not find any. I’ve documented some of the graffiti for further investigation into a possibly deeper meaning.
According to www.urbandictionary.com
Noun used to describe an overweight slutty girl. These girls generally have pretty faces ,but more than the recommended amount of muffin top. Also know as Torrid girls, these girls can be mistaken for pretty while one is hammered. These are known as a "Chubby Chaser's Dream". Much of the time, a skankapotmomus wears loose clothing so one could only notice her massive breasts while hiding their 20 pounds of excess heft. These women are shady and sneaky about their extra lard. Approach with caution and these nuclear bombs will not go off on you. Fool around with caution.
[“The Beatings will continue untill Morale Improves”] https://federalnewsnetwork.com
explains the well-known slogan like this:
>‘The beatings will continue until morale improves’ is a famous quotation of unknown origin. It literally denotes how morale, such as within a military unit or other hierarchical environment, will be improved through the use of punishment. More importantly, the phrase is used sarcastically to indicate the counterproductive nature of such punishment or excessive control over subordinates such as staff in the workplace or children living at home.
[“LOOK I’m expressing Myself”]
["Bird In Tree"]
The writing, art style, and proximity suggest these two pieces were created by the same person. The image resembles a bald eagle sitting in a tree which is likely since they are abundant in Kodiak, AK. The hole in the tree is perplexing however since eagles build large nests and are not known for living inside trees. More research on this topic is needed.
Bald eagles nest in trees usually choosing the tallest living tree (super canopy) with accessible branches. The nest is built high in the tree below the crown supported by large forked branches near the trunk.
[“U.S.A 4 Lif”]
This one I felt was pretty self explanatory.
["Bear Roasting Nuts By A Fire"]
I had thought that the statistic of their being more bears than people on the island was just a myth. After the only evidence I’ve seen being stuffed bears, and this depiction of what seems like a polar bear (not found in this region), I fear my theory might be truer than ever. Likely a farce meant to lure in unwitting tourists to this cold and desolate place.
After searching a few water filled holes in the floors and finding nothing of importance, we left the structure having disturbed nothing. I passed on my silent thanks to any would be forest guardians protecting the bunker for allowing us to finally find our way. The hike back to our vehicle was lighthearted and easy. Much more so than the way in.
To any others wishing to seek the bunker I offer the following advise; wear boots, bring water, bring a snack, and a flashlight. But most of all, bring resolve and strength of will for the journey is hard and you will be tested before entrance is granted.