When I was walking Chico tonight I was struck by the difference between Unalaska and my home state of Maine - although I am just a couple years away from living the same number of years in both states, Maine will always be "home". New England abounds with history, seeping from every pore; the architecture, the statues in the parks of historical figures, the museums, and endless volumes categorizing and documenting, well, everything - the people, the land, the birds, the animals, the ocean, the fish, the trails, the plants, the rocks, the geology, the hydrology, all are explained and studied. If you decided to move to any state in New England and wanted to research the area first you could find information that would answer almost any question you could dream up.
Out here, I live and work and sleep literally on top of the longest continuously inhabited coastal settlement in North America - with history spanning ten thousand years - right on the ithmus of land where the river empties into the sea. A true Sense of Place. Yet I can't just hop on the internet and Google for information or order books from Amazon to explain what I see all around me. There are whispers of maybe a guy that lives somewhere here who knows about the geology of the area. The University of Alaska is conducting dives along the Aleutians to try to catalog the underwater flora and fauna that have never been seen and are discovering brand new species as they go. The weather patterns are so unpredictable and extreme that you really never know what the day will bring. And when I go for walks - anywhere here - it seems like new mysteries are waiting to be discovered.
Honestly, when I found how very little published information there was to explain this world around me I was frustrated. Research is in my blood and I do it well and I don't think I realized there were limits. I always thought there was a book out there to show me anything I wanted to know. Slowly, step by step, I almost feel like I've settled back in time to where information was gleaned from direct observation. I'm surrounded by the unknown and everyday I find out something new - not something like a new item of gossip about who is doing what with whom - things like where foxes go for fresh water, and where you can find crab shells dropped from eagle perches, how the wind interacts with the land, and where the birds go at night. Information is a lot tougher to come by out here but its worth seems greater when hard won.
Anyways, enough rambling and off to bed for me . . . cheers!
The pictures of the ice encrusted rocks I posted a couple days ago were taken quite by accident! Goldfish and I were snowshoeing along the bay, picking our way across snow slides that were icy from repeatedly freezing and thawing and trying to avoid the rocks that would occasionally tumble down from above. There was a tricky spot on this particular slide but I was waiting patiently, snapping a few photos, when I heard a whoosh and saw Goldfish take the express elevator to the beach. She was laughing pretty hard so I snapped a photo and slid down to join her where we stripped off the snowshoes and continued the days walk below instead. You can see why it takes awhile in the spring for the road crews to clear the road to Summers Bay!
