Friday, October 10, 2008

Pretty Saint Paul

I think the pictures speak pretty eloquently as to the beauty of Saint Paul, but I'll add captions. I felt like a kid in a candy store. There was so much to see, and so much more I wanted to learn and do here! A few hours in the evening after work just weren't enough.



Volcanic lava flow into the ocean

The island has many cliff faces, excellent bird rookeries, although we were too late for many birds this year.
Shannon, Queen of Saint Paul

The coastlines are just so breathtakingly beautiful here -
they reminded me of pictures that I saw of New Zealand's coast

Old weathere rocks along the ridgeline of Saint Paul

Fox prints in the volcanic beach sand

Reindeer hoof prints along the cliff top

The beaches are beautiful too

And, like everywhere else I've been in Alaska,
the beaches are chock full of plastics
PLEASE STOP USING PLASTIC BOTTLES

We arrive in time to still catch all the wildflowers

I don't know for sure, but I made some identification guesses based on what locals told me and from what I recognized from other places...correct me if I'm wrong - PLEASE

Wooly Lousewart

No clue - but these were tiny, less than a half inch across


Saint Paul's beautiful Russian Orthodox Church. The bells were beautiful hear, and you could hear them all over the island.


Aargh! A dandelion, even here! And yes, I picked it.


An alder growing along the ground, almost five feet long! The branches and trunk picked up completely off the ground, so it was a true dwarf tree growing horizontally rather than vertically to escape the nasty winter winds.

Yarrow
Tundra Lupine
Arctic Poppy
No clue - it looks like alien pods though
Another Tundra Lupine

A beach plant with tiny electric blue flowers
Me in the middle of an old lava flow
The coolest flower I saw on Saint Paul - it's stem reminded me of an onion...but no clue
Last land until Russia!

Floating fish processors off the coast

The Saint Paul version of a hotel - we rented a duplex

Sunset on the Western coast of the Island -
Note the silouhettes of the two seals (to the right) watching us








The Pribilofs!


Forgive me my inner geek - but I have a biology degree, and visiting the Pribilofs is almost as exciting as visiting the Galapagos!

For work (I seriously got paid to do this!) I got to travel to the islands of Saint Paul and Saint George. They are 800 miles in the middle of the Bering Sea, and are the fabled fur seal rookeries.

The history of the islands is intense, and sad. The US Fish and Wildlife Service operated a fur seal harvest until 1985(!) and coerced the local Aleut to work for them much as the previous Russian overlords had. There is a book called "Slaves of the Harvest" written by the people of Saint Paul that is a great overview.

A great local blog: http://jett4567.blogspot.com/

From my perspective I found both islands to be beautiful, bountiful, and full of really warm and friendly people. I saw more birds than I've ever seen in my life - and I was there well past the prime birding season. Many birds had moved on earlier in the month. BUT the seals were still there!

Seals are odd critters, to say the least. They have hind ends like dogs, but inside their skin. The walk awkwardly enough, until a bull seal invades another’s territory and then WHAM they are lightening fast! Their fins are shiny and strong on the front, and feathery and leathery on the back. They make noises like herds of sheep do - baaaaah, grrrrahhhhhhh, whoaghhhhhhh, and they smell, well, they smell rank! Musky, briny, definitely like no other smell I've smelled.


I think you could observe them for months and still not catch all the social dynamics. Especially because you can't observe their underwater behavior. The pups were mostly out in the ocean, traveling together in huge gangs, swirling, practicing observation, playing with seaweed fronds, and some sort of tag. I've observed a lot of mammals, and tag seems to be a universal game. Foxes, wolves, musk-ox, seals, moose, squirrels, I've seen them all play tag when young.


Bull seals section off the beach into small harems - and by observing the seals you can see exactly where the lines are, even though in a picture you couldn't tell the difference. A still photo doesn't show the bull circling the outer edge, pushing his ladies towards the middle, and challenging seals that cross his area to get to their own from the ocean. On Saint George we observed one bull (whom we nicknamed Henry) who was rampaging over the beach area, pushing his limits and confronting his own harem, along with all the others. I remember thinking that he was being really aggressive, more so than all the other bulls we'd observed.



The next day we went back to that beach, and Henry was all alone - no harem, a big wide space around him, and he was laid out on a rock like he had died. We cold see that he was breathing, but he had obviously gotton the short end of someone's flipper, and when he did finally get up he was very slow and sore looking, and barely moved at all. Interesting that none of the seals in his harem had stuck around. The big empty spot on the beach around him was strange - compared to the furry masses surrounding it.

Henry, on the day he was feeling poorly
Other things I noticed about the seals:
Some seals looked like they were crying - big drops of liquid would build up and roll off their eyes, tracking down their seal cheeks. Why the tears?
The seals were very thin - you could tell under their blubber layer they didn't have much reserves - but after talking to villagers it seems that they are at the end of their pupping season, and so have been on reduced rations while the pups were growing up enough to swim. We saw several pups still nursing - too cute for words!
Seals have amazing hearing. The seal viewing blind were more to discourage tourists from going right onto the beach. Every time we walked up, they had heard us coming from waaaay back. They have alarm calls that start at chuffs, and progress to heavy grunting if you get too close. Sometimes we'd pull up in the vehicle, and you could already hear them chuffing, even though we were more than a half mile away.
Seals puke on each other - not sure why, but seals like to upchuck, a lot. Enough that foxes make a good living sneaking down onto the beach, weaving around the seals, and gulping up their steaming fishy vomit. If the foxes are sneaky enough they don't get charged by the seals before finishing. If they are not sneaky the bulls run them off after just a bite or two.
Seals get dog diseases - these were the first two villages where there were NO dogs, and folks had cats - I know - cats in an Alaskan village. AMAZING. Apparently distemper and mange can hop from dogs to seals, so dogs have always been banned on these islands to preserve the furs...er...seals.
Seals are very limber - I saw seals laying on rocks in such a way that would make any Yoga instructor jealous. They bend every which way, and watching the pups slither and slide all over the volcanic rocks was heart stopping - they looked about ready to break their necks all the time!

I thought these were viewing or counting platforms, turns out they are killing platforms - relics of when the seals were still commercially harvested. Most of these structures were built in the 1970's
Typical seal distribution - pups cavorting in the water, bulls and females resting on land in their harem areas
This beach was mostly bulls - younger ones without harems, or older ones with pups strong enough not to need protecting

These guys were the three stooges
A fox cresting the hill after eating vomit






Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Denali in the Fall

My good friend Anne somehow finagled a Sunday road lottery ticket! So right on the heels of my Adak trip I launched off to the interior for the wonder that is Denali.

Looking east along Hurricane Gulch


A sweeping vista of the Toklat river

Look closely, you can just see the fuzzy bum of a grizzly!



These two moose collided so strongly during the rut that their antlers could not be separated. One died due to a tine entering it's eye socket, the other died later from having the dead bull still attached.


A beautiful quilt hanging in the visitors center - hand painted and hand quilted, and gorgeous!

We attempted to visit my Ranger friend Liz - but she was sickly and not at home :(

Shannon - Queen of the Caribou!

Shannon Queen of the Moose!

Oh the colors!




My friend Anne - Thanks girl!