— — the island the war forgot to take back.
“A volcanic island in the western Aleutians, uninhabited since the Second World War. Kiska was held by a Japanese garrison from June 1942 until they slipped away in fog one August night in 1943. The Americans came ashore the next morning and found only rusting guns and a dog. The cone still smokes a little. The fog still comes in fast. Nobody lives here now except the auklets. — from the studio
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Kiska is a volcanic island near the western end of the Aleutian chain, roughly 22 miles long, lying about 1,400 miles west-southwest of Anchorage. It belongs to the Rat Islands group and falls inside the Alaska Maritime National Wildlife Refuge. The dominant feature is Kiska Volcano, a stratovolcano rising to about 1,220 metres at the north end of the island, with intermittent activity recorded into the modern era. The island is uninhabited and reached only by boat or charter aircraft for research permits.
Almost nothing on Kiska is sound made by people. The garrison left in July 1943; the Allied landing on 15 August 1943 found the island already empty. What remains is one of the largest seabird colonies in the northern hemisphere, with millions of least auklets and crested auklets nesting in the talus slopes below Sirius Point. The wind comes off the Bering Sea, the fog stays for days, and rusted Japanese gun emplacements sit where they were last fired.
There is no visitor access in any ordinary sense. Kiska lies inside a National Wildlife Refuge and a designated Wilderness, and the entire island is a National Historic Landmark for its Second World War archaeology, listed in 1985. Reaching it requires a long ocean crossing from Adak, the nearest community with scheduled flights, and special-use permits from the Refuge. The handful of people who set foot here in any given year are biologists, archaeologists, and the occasional small-ship expedition.