Professional Documents
Culture Documents
First day out, the Spirit of Oceanus headed north to the Bering
Strait, those 55 miles of open sea which separate Asia and North
America, where smack in the middle sit the two tiny islands of
Big and Little Diomede, 2 miles apart. Little Diomede is part of
the United States, and Big D to the west lies on the other side of
the International Date Line and is part of Russia.
From the ship's deck through an overcast sky we make out Little
D, a miniscule outcropping of granite lined with specks of snow.
It was not as cold as we expected, the temperature hovering
around 60 degrees F. The sea ice had just gone out here and the
water temperature was 35 F. We were 30 miles south of the
Arctic Circle and in this part of the world, in the summer, the sun
hits the horizon and bounces right back up. As the ship drew
closer, we could make out a settlement of tiny wooden
structures directly beneath a large rookery of murres.
"This is the only place in the U.S. where you can see the future,"
Frances laughed, pointing to Big Diomede on the other side of
the International Date Line and a day in the future.
There is only one road out of Provideniya and that is across the
tundra to the Yupik settlement of New Chaplino and there is only
one word to describe that road. Washboard. I didn't know what
to expect when we finally arrived at New Chaplino, but it
certainly wasn't an old Soviet tank giving rides to screaming
children and soon our cruise shipmates.
"The government left it here after the Cold War," someone said.
On the beach, we saw the remains of a grey whale which looked
like it was melting in the sun, oil dripping from the carcass into
puddles and running into streams.
Watch where you walk," a local man said. "That stuff won't come
off."
"We use almost every part of the whale," a village elder told us
as we looked at the part they didn't. He told us after the whale
was pulled ashore (Remember the tank?), they carved the skin
and blubber into blocks, sliced off filets of steaks, sawed off
meaty bones such as giant spareribs, then cut off the tongue,
longer than a man's body, and set it aside as a delicacy. A single
grey whale will feed 400 villagers for two weeks.
Under the old Soviet rule, local Yupik Eskimos and Chukchis
were forced into collective farms, where they raised foxes fed on
whale and walrus meat. The fur was sold in the West, ending up
in upscale fur salons. This harebrained idea of Soviet
bureaucracy caused the native people to lose subsistence-
survival skills obtained over thousands of years, and when the
Soviet Union collapsed and the fox farms abandoned, it forced
the natives back in time. They had the choice of either starving
or returning to the traditions of their ancestors.
6
In one of the most heroic sea adventures of all time, Danish sea
captain Vitus Bering was the first European to discover the coast
of Alaska while on an imperial mission from Russian Czar Peter
the Great. In two voyages in 1728 and 1741, Bering led
expeditions from the Kamchatka Peninsula in Siberia in search of
Gamaland, a legendary landmass which 18th century Russians
believed connected Asia and North America. In the first voyage,
Bering reached a stormy sea strait, 55 miles of rough waters
separating the continents, which now bears his name, the Bering
Strait.
"A pod of grey whales has been spotted on the starboard side of
the ship," an announcement came over the ship speakers as my
wife and I were having our noonday brunch on the hind deck.
Luckily, we were on the starboard side so we just kicked back
and watched. When it comes to wildlife watching while everyone
is ohhing and ahhing, I'm the guy who's saying, "I don't see it.
Where are they?" I'm the Mr. Magoo of nature watching.
But it didn't take a trained eye to see these guys. They were
spouting all around us. It was a tidal wave of whales. They swam
alongside the ship, their giant hulks rising slowly out of the
water to a chorus of ohs from the passengers, then, as graceful
as ballerinas, settling back into the sea.
"If we're lucky, we'll see some musk oxen," naturalist Rich
Kirchner told us the next day as we hit the beach on Nunivak
Island, 40 miles off the southwest coast of Alaska. I whispered to
my wife that I thought they were extinct, and she whispered
back I'm thinking of the wooly mammoth.
"Dutch Harbor has had several boom times in the past," our
guide told us after we arrived at Dutch Harbor, a town on
Amaknak Island in the Aleutians. First, there was the fur boom,
started right after Bering explored these waters, then the gold
boom of 1898 when it was a transshipment point for Nome gold,
then World War II, and now the fishing boom. "During WWII, the
Japanese bombed Dutch Harbor and captured the Aleutian
Islands of Attu and Kista," the guide said.
9
"This is the No. 1 fishing port in the U.S.," our guide's voice
came through the speakers while on a motor coach tour of
Dutch Harbor. "More pounds of fish are caught here than
anywhere in the U.S.," the voice continued. It also told us that
Dutch Harbor was the home of the King Crab, and a lot of money
can be made on crabbing boats.
If there is one thing that's true of all Alaskans, it's how proud
they are of how long they've been there. Apart from Native
Eskimos and American Indians, we met few people who were
actually born there, but every conversation would eventually
come to a point where they would volunteer their "Alaskan Age".
- the end -