Well, you know, an anniversary is a time of celebration. This is more like a wake. You just shake your head, you're just wondering when you're going to come out of this nightmare. Outside the boat, jagged mountains lose themselves in the smoky gray sky, and the silver fingers of the harbor reach out around islands toward the open water of Prince William Sound. For generations of fishing families and native communities, this was the landscape of dreams.
Volunteer handles oil-soaked bird.
It's forever changed. At a cafe on Main Street, Sylvia Lange and Michelle Hahn O'Leary have shed their parkas and sat down to stay a while. Some tourists came to town this summer and they'd been on a cruise ship. It's not an event that took place 10 years ago but an event that's been going on for 10 years. In their years of fishing these women learned every nuance of life in the sound before the spill.