Walk up to the MCC building, a clear sunny morning, blue skies and the mountains in the distance. Same sun, just in a different quadrant of the sky. Same lack of activity on base as at midnight, same complete quiet. It is eerie, as if the whole place is a stage set for an adventure movie. A few people are gathering inside MCC around the coffee pot.
Voices are low.
It certainly makes sense, and makes the town more of a community, less of a rowdy Buck Camp. The friendly helpfulness, the lack of pretension that come from doing a good job in an isolated community in a potentially harsh environment. These people live in rip-stop nylon. They shower rarely. There is no room for a bad attitude, no room for selfishness.