I feel like I landed in a different world

Have you ever seen the film, Blast from the Past? In this film a husband and wife secretly build an underground bomb shelter in the 1960s. They recreated their house and stocked the shelter with enough supplies for 30 years. During the Cuban Missile Crisis they seek refuge in the shelter and while they're down there a plane crashes into their house. They think its a bomb and so they set the locks for 30 years and live in the hidden shelter. When they went down, the wife was pregnant and so they raise the baby like his entire life is in the 60s. After 30 years, the now adult child goes out to procure supplies. I feel like I can relate to this character.

The cargo being loaded onto the plane

I was last out of Galena on February 16th, which is the day I flew back to Galena after my grandmother's funeral. In the ensuing months everything has changed. While I haven't lived under the ground and had some idea what life outside the village was like, I really didn't understand it.

The opposite side of the plane after I walked around behind it to board.

We've had a travel ban in Galena for a long time. Initially, I and everyone else stayed separate and distanced, but as time went by people relaxed more and more. With the testing occurring in Galena, but no positive results and the travel ban, most of us were pretty relaxed about everything. One store, Sweetsirs, requires masks and some people chose to wear masks, but I would hang out with friends and go to church and go swimming, etc. Life was really pretty easy. Then I flew to Anchorage via Fairbanks.
During the shutdown, Ravn went backrupt and shut down operations. As a result, it became much more difficult to get to Anchorage. I had to fly Wright's Air Service to Fairbanks, catch a cab to the main terminal and then fly Alaska Airlines to Anchorage. Alaska has greatly reduced their service. They used to have approximately one flight every hour. They day I flew, they had a flight at 8:20 am and one at 8:45 pm. That's it.
So, in Galena everything started off normal. I caught a ride to the airport and then hung out with people working there, related to people working there and people waiting for the flight. When the plane landed the employees went and loaded the cargo and checked luggage. Then they called us over. I walked behind the plane to the stairs and climbed into the plane. I noticed no one was wearing a mask. (There were already passengers on board from other villages. The plane flew Fairbanks to Galena to other villages then back to Galena and back to Fairbanks.) The pilot needed a volunteer to ride in the copilot's seat, so I joined her up there. She wasn't wearing a face covering either.

I got to ride here.

View from the plane, mid-flight.

View from the plane as we approached Fairbanks International Airport.

We landed in Fairbanks and I could start to see the difference. Wright's had removed the coffee maker and supplies. There also markings on the floor indicating six feet. (the only place in Galena with such markings in the post office.) Other than that, this place didn't feel to odd.
I called a Lyft and the driver showed up with a mask. He saw me removing one from my bag and said, "good you have a mask." I have a friend who drives for Uber in California and I know Uber provides her masks for customers who don't have one, so I'm guessing he had a mask for me if I didn't. (I knew about the masks, but I forgot to put on my seatbelt until part-way through the journey).
At the main airport terminal, it really began to feel like a different world. First, the airport was very empty. The Ravn counters were all closed, the boarding area had chairs turned backwards, blocking entrance into the seating area. There was a sign that said the restroom and this boarding area were closed, but I found that very frustrating because 1) the other restroom downstairs was within the roped off area for in-coming passengers to go through health screenings and 2) after I checked-in I went upstairs to go to the gate area and found TSA closed. This meant that until TSA opened there were no restrooms available. Another noticeable difference on the first floor were that the check-in counters that had belonged to United were completely stripped on any United markings and the screens now desplayed information about lost luggage.
After TSA opened I went upstairs to the screening area. I have TSA pre-check, but they had the pre-check and non-precheck in the same lane. The woman who checked boarding passes and ID had me scan my boarding pass myself, but she still held my ID and also made me move my mask out of the way so that she could see my face. She gave me a yellow card indicated that I was pre-check.
The display board (which I could only see after clearning security) only showed 5 departures and 5 arrivals, but upon further inspection, I realized there were two flights expected that day and my flight was the only flight departing still that day. The board was actually showing the flights for the next 24 hours.
Since my flight was the only flight departing that night, the passengers spread out throughout the waiting areas of all four gates. (Fairbanks International is a small airport after all.) The counter had six feet marked and there were two markings for boarding the plane, but that's where the ridiculousness began. I have received many emails from may airlines, including Alaska, claiming all there safety measures. I can tell you they are a joke. They had only two spaces marked out, but we had 80 people lining up to board the plane. They required face coverings and I saw them make a man put his on before boarding the plane, but 75% of the people I saw on the plane were either not wearing their mask properly or not wearing one at all. The plane was full. While it wasn't completely full, many of the pre-Covid 19 flights I have taken were a lot less full. They didn't do a safety demonstration (they spoke the material, but there was no demonstration) and there was no service on board. The flight attendants also hid until everyone was seated. Thus, their procedures may have helped improve the safety of the flight attendants, but given how full it was, I felt there was no protection for me, whatsoever. (They also announced they were cleaning more frequently, but since they didn't say they were cleaning after every flight this didn't even give me a modicum of relief.)

Approach into Ted Stevens Anchorage International Airport

When I landed in Anchorage, it felt even weirder. Here I ran across signs directing travelers from out-of-state into inspections. Since I was from in-state I skipped these, but there was no one even giving instructions and I could easily see an inter-state traveler who meant to go the right way missing it. Someone who wanted to not fill out the paperwork and not submit could easily have bypassed all screenings. Downstairs there was a designated area for people getting Covid tests. I skipped that and picked up my checked baggage without issue.
Going places around Anchorage feels so otherworldly, honestly, more so than the airport. I the new barriers and signs about masks and policies. It's always difficult to come from a small community like Galena to a larger one like Anchorage, but this time I feel like the whole world has changed in the four months since I was last here. I always feel a little off-kilter and unsure how to respond. I don't remember things like looking for cart-cleaning stations and thus why my trip makes me think of the movie Blast from the Past. I feel as much as an outsider from a previous time as the son in the movie.