
Expedition
Log

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Expedition Log:
August 18, 2001
Shelia
Nickerson
Itygran Island and Yanrakino
Village, Russia
Having moved south and west down
the Russian coast overnight, the Clipper Odyssey
pulled into Itygran Island at eight in the morning under
clear, bright skies, with frost on the ground and wild
flowers in profusion. There we visited an archaeological
site of great interest and some intrigue. "Whale Bone
Alley," as it has come to be known, was discovered by Soviet
archaeologists in 1976, but has remained untouched since and
little is known of this strange and compelling place. What
we encountered was a long double line of bowhead whale bones
-- jaws and ribs -- running parallel along the shore for
hundreds of yards. Many of the bones, especially the
enormous jaw bones, are still standing, propped up by
lichen-covered rocks. At intervals along the "alley" are
found the huge skulls of the whales and some square pits.
The location is thought to have been used in about 1300 as a
ceremonial site, perhaps for a men's secret society, or
perhaps as a feasting site for the region, an area which is
still extraordinarily rich in marine mammal life. It is
estimated that approximately 40,000 walrus live across the
bay. Unlike anything else in the region, it recalls thoughts
of Athens and Stonehenge.
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"Whale Bone
Alley" notice the bowhead whale ribs in the
foreground with a rocky pit - possibly used in
ceremonies - in the background. (Photo by National
Ocean Service, NOAA).
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image for a larger view.
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Adjacent to the lane of bones --
but not related to it -- is the site of a village abandoned
in 1950, which had stood for approximately 200 years.
Reportedly, no one in the village -- nor anyone in the
vicinity -- knew the origin or meaning of the ceremonial
site. The village itself now consists of house pits,
subterranean meat caches, and middens, all covered by beach
rye grass, wormwood, and flowers such as Jacob's ladder and
rose root. Marine mammal bones litter the entire area.
Continuing down the beach to the left of the ceremonial
site, we found an abandoned hunter's cabin with a leg-hold
trap, tin basins, and a boot. The second boot was on the
beach, near a green enamel tea kettle with gull feathers
inside and gull feathers and bones surrounding it. A dead,
headless walrus -- a young male -- lay in the surf line.
Walrus bones literally covered the beach, not surprising
given the proximity to such a large rookery.
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Abandoned
hunter's cabin on beach of Itygran Island.(Photo by
National Ocean Service, NOAA).
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After leaving Itygran, the
Clipper Odyssey continued south, stopping in the
early afternoon at a small Chukchi Eskimo village named
Yanrakino, with a population of approximately 200. We came
ashore, again, under clear, sunny skies, and this time to a
warm welcome. Villagers filled the beach landing site and
the green field on top of the bluff where the town is
located. They greeted us not only with waves and cheers but
also with much hospitality. After we had walked up the steep
path, through grass bright with forget-me-nots, they offered
us drumming, dancing, hot fish soup, and whale meat. They
displayed wares for sale, mostly fashioned from reindeer
antlers and hides. They then displayed their prowess with
games of jumping over sleds, wrestling, and lassoing
reindeer antlers on the ground. Two members of our
expedition -- Devon Ducharme and Bob Butt -- proved
themselves worthy competitors by succeeding on their
first-ever attempt at northern lassoing.
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Village of
Yanrakino, notice the cats playing in the street.
(Photo by National Ocean Service, NOAA).
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After the games, an exchange of
greetings was made. The shipboard community provided the
village with school supplies (bought in Seattle with funds
donated by passengers on an earlier trip) and clothes
(collected aboard ship), to be distributed at the school. We
were told by the village spokesperson that we were the
second group of visitors in three years. After the formal
greetings and exchanges, we were invited to wander about the
town as the villagers and their many friendly dogs
accompanied us. Most of the residents live in small houses,
though there were some modest-sized apartment buildings as
well. Sleds, racks of drying fish, and lines of washed
clothes appeared on numerous roofs, and plants in many
windows. Although Yanrakino in the Chukchi language means
"Hard Place," the residents appear to do relatively well
with a diversity of wildlife resources: marine mammals,
fish, reindeer, and foxes. Electricity was evident. Rock
music blared from one window. Two boys played on a small
outdoor basketball court. In the background, beyond them,
was tundra reaching to the horizon in one direction, acres
of rusted fuel barrels in another. One family was pleased to
show us young puppies and a kitten, while across the empty
intersection, two pet cats played in the sunshine (we had
seen no cats in the larger, starker town of Lorino the day
before). A nearby hospital, housed in a small weathered
building, was temporarily closed for painting. Our ship's
doctor, who was given a tour, reported a "birthing chair"
near the front office. A group of whale hunters told us of
their difficulties with wolves, especially in the fall and
winter. Almost no English was spoken. Scholar David Koester
translated wherever he could. In one instance, a Christian
missionary from the town of Sireniki provided a
Russian-English dictionary to make a simple conversation
possible. Towards the end of our visit, dog sled races were
performed on the beach, with wheeled sleds.
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Dog sled race
in Yanrakino. (Photo by National Ocean Service,
NOAA).
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It was hard to leave, not only
because Yanrakino was our last stop on the Russian coast but
also because its people had greeted us so warmly and given
us so much to ponder. Setting out to cross the Bering Sea to
Nome, we were accompanied by gray whales as well as followed
by our Russian escort boat to the pelagic border. There, the
red, white, and blue-striped Russian flag came down, and
once more we sailed under the stars and stripes toward
home.
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