It was a cold winter's morning in Nome Alaska. The wind howled loudly causing the ancient pine trees to creak and groan, bend and sway in various directions. Heaps of snow mounded up in massively large drifts across the flat rugged terrain. About a few miles in, the town of Nome could be seen. Though in a blizzard, it would become completely invisible to anyone who was caught in the storm. But on a nice clear day like today, it was capable of being seen from a