This is the plane that we took from Anchorage to the hub town of Bethel. I’m actually watching them load my bright orange luggage on now.
This was unique because we had to check all our bags except for our backpacks, tell the check in clerk how much we weighed, and then we didn’t have to go through security. Of course we didn’t know this and got in line. The TSA agent checking boarding passes informed us that we were welcome to go through security, but it was unnecessary. We were pointed down a long hallway on the other end of the terminal, and found the small gates for each of the regional airlines.
It was akin to stepping back in time, to a place where people could trust one another, and air travel was much simpler.